Testo The Night Scene - Chubb Rock
Testo della canzone The Night Scene (Chubb Rock), tratta dall'album The One
The night time is an ill time cause nuff crime
Happens that never gets aired on the prime
TV stations, public relations
Give the okay for what gets aired in the nation
You got the whole world looking at I Love Lucy
Talented bitches on the corner selling pussy
A variety will give their friend for a ten spot
Christians doing rim shots
Do more heads than barber shops will
Open their legs to the public for a meal
Damn it's a shame, the shit looks unreal
College graduates sometime kneel
Check out the crack scene over there
Those two motherfuckers gonna make about a million this year
Sell to their friends for a Benz
Kill their race for a taste
For what they call or see as being the good life
Gold nuggets, lots of ducats
Beep on number one eight hundred asshole
Selling stones so we can see your bones
Cause most crackheads don't have fat legs
Still all soft and can crack like eggs
You fiend for the flavor, steal for the hit
Grandma's walking home so you bust a shit
Send her to the hospital for twenty bucks
Fiend for a half an hour, that's fucked
And then you hide for a few, stay low
Ten minutes later, you need some blow
So you'll eventually croak, maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good life, no, you want coke
Now come the robbers, they just steal
They move like cats, some on crack
They'll vic anything up to jeeps
These motherfuckers play for keeps
They'll do anything that's on their mind
They come nine deep, plus pack nines
They don't care, won't shed no tears
Don't try to appeal for pity cause it's silly
They wear Polo coats, baseball caps
The elderly is the main course and the snack
It's young kids that leave their cribs
Hang on the street, then be squids
Slide up on the scene with a certain lean
And then slide out with a count in your green
And now you're vexed and you want to redeem
But it's a different world with different rules, the night scene
Yo baby, check this out
Times been kinda hard, you know what I'm sayin?
Yo bitch, you gon' have to give me some serious
Money out this motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin?
You better go out there, find some
Friend for five dollars or some shit
'Cause yo, if I don't get my money
You know what's gonna happen, right?
Somebody gon' get hurt out this motherfucker
You know that, you know that
The night time is a different time to flow
You gotta know the rules or they'll let you know
Your heart can't take the pressure of the scene
Peripheral vision and decisions must be keen
Cause this is a place that's far from clean
Apocalypse now, but later on you say it's a dream
But it's not a dream, it's reality
Stand on the corner and you're a goner
Go home and chill under your mom's wing
I will sing, hopefully bring
A new alternative to make some green
But stay home, not the night scene, come on
What? Yo, where the motherfucking money at, huh?
Nah, I don't wanna hear nothing about no college tuition shit
I just want my motherfucking money now, bitch
So let's do this, alright?
You ain't holding out tonight
Cause I'll fly that motherfucking head right about now, okay?
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Writer(s): Chubb Rock Tee, Howard Thompson Howie
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