Night People-Statik Selektah

歌手 : Statik Selektah

专辑 : 100 Proof: The Hangover

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:45

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TXT Night People-Statik Selektah 文本歌词

Night People - Statik Selektah

Yeah, uh oh, y'all know

Free, Statik Selek'

We in the building

Like we always do it around this time

Uh huh, uh, uh, let's go

Freezer, squeeze Nina, make you check like cheetah

Tote a very long heater (uh huh)

100 G's in my carry on

After my niggaz' bury y'all, I'm laughin like hyena (haha)

We are, around the world like Boeing

Jets, my sex is the sh*t

My dick's like, Boa Constrictor, hit your sister (uh)

With the snake, then I make her carry weight, wait! (uh huh)

Know all my niggaz can relate (that's right)

All my niggaz that be movin the white, move it at night (yeah)

Get it to them smokers that's abusin the pipe (uh huh)

We be doin it and doin it and doin it right (uh huh)

Diss me, dump tools, lose your roof on the mic (roof on the mic)

These other rap niggaz is fools but I'm the truth on the mic (truth on the mic)

Me and Selek' Statik, we're back at it

Tote fully 'matic ratchets, clap ya on sight (yeah)

- 2X - w/ Red Cafe ad libs

Under the radar, they ain't seein us (yeah)

But they gon' see it when we double up (double up)

We movin like a thief in the night (like a thief in the night)

We the type of people that move in the night (night)

Double XL in a black SL

Late night smellin like wired cell

Now where the hoes at? We live as hell

Got bottles on deck, whole box of L's

Light up! Shake down affair, Cafe invasion

Dressed for the occasion (yep)

Stayed strapped so I hit the club wiser (uh huh)

Be freshly brewed, Budweiser (what up?)

Graveyard shift on my Avon sh*t

Barksdale, don't let the AR spit

One eye open

cafe wake 'em up when y'all dozin, I be the chosen

When I talk niggaz listen

If I ain't on the block, sh*t I'm in the kitchen

Makin tea bags and all, not Lipton

Believe I'm scorin, even when I'm tourin, it's movin (movin)

Uh, hit 'em no hat, bare back, bare pus' (yeah)

Psyche I'm kiddin all my women know I strap up (strap up)

Roll back to the sacks, smokin sacks

And acts and bents with my sidekicks, rockin fly kicks

Hunnies want a check but all I wanna know

Is them b**ches down to go and is they swallowin for sho' (uh huh, yeah)

Uh and if them b**ches can't leave

There's some rooms backstage when you swallow at the show (swallow at the show, uh)

Gargle it, handle it, vanish it

Make it disappear like you swallowin some more (swallowin some more)

Add Ros (hey), let's role play

You can be the dirty Latin maid, you my Latin slave (woo!)

And I'm the house owner (house owner)

But you gotta clean the couches, do the dishes, when you finished, bend that a** over

It's a Naughty America

And these b**ches, freakin, f**kin, strippin, suckin for the math (yeah)

- w/ sample playing until the end