Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Middle Of The Night, artist - 8 Ball. Album song We Are The South (Greatest Hits), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
In The Middle Of The Night |
Damn |
What happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House |
Y’all motherfuckers know who this is |
Here’s some mack shit |
(Verse 1: Twista) |
Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me |
Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be |
Steady hearing women callin me |
Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G |
Y’all be tripping off the P’s I can get plus I’m from my K-Town click |
When a playa lay it down quick |
To be no tease and no lick she gon' suck the sleeve off my tip |
I get the right words in |
Straight up in this till the juices diminish |
Then I’m a menace like I’m Iceberg Slim |
Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin |
A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 |
Spitting game I try to master the graphics |
Never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic |
And man a brother bad cause I status |
Grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses |
Can’t nobody stop this madness |
The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip |
Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit |
Cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick |
Hit the club cause rug on the loveless |
Ladies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist |
Flowing I’m as deadly as a drug risk |
Anyone high but killers high haters die from the slugness |
Peep this like a deep dish |
Takin my vision away like a eclipse I see hips |
My scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clips |
Plus I’m the one she already wanted to freak with |
Competition betta gone head on |
Chicks betta gone head bone in the lac of the rear |
So I can have a sack and a beer |
Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year |
(Chorus: Twista) |
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight |
Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it’s feeling real good |
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night |
Sitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke on |
Teach ya how to get ya game tight |
Light sticky flame right till it feel real good |
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night |
I’mma toke till I choke I never knew a night could last for so long |
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight |
Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it’s feeling real good |
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night |
Sitting in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke on |
Teach ya how to get ya game tight |
Light sticky flame right till it feel real good |
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night |
I’mma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long |
(Verse 2: Eightball) |
We be Eightball and MJG with that playa Twista from the Chi |
Showing love in a major way trying to make that major pay |
Staying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching |
Trying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I’m speaking |
All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays |
Thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze |
My fo’s got love for me so real for me they’ll kill for me |
I have tendencies to be high when I flow |
Pulling that dope when I hit the door |
Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me |
Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me |
Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again |
To a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this |
I really couldn’t see that I don’t give a damn who you be |
Supposed to be can’t nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E |
Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do |
Open your mind we got something for you and you and you |
(Verse 3: MJG) |
MJG |
Something that you can feel in the middle of the night |
Not a lot of people wanna say we don’t sound right |
But I can make a soundtrack sound tight |
I don’t really understanda |
Sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulance |
Taking control for the big time money foll and all the women I ho |
I think I shoulda had a v-eight straight enough so I can see straight |
Now baby why you still pausing when you know |
You don’t smell like you been through the last of the sea plates |
Nan heavy as a knee-weight, gotta be straight |
First of all I ain’t buying your clothes |
Then doing your toes, then going to shows |
No bust no more, go run boots, ho patios |
And you feeling that you ready for a blackout |
Huh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain’t each spit the mack out |
Now you ain’t even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out |
I’m a thrash out, where my pimping spot |
Where the sun don’t shine one time |
Then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen |
I’m running with all this hate stopping |
It seems to be getting around late night |
Tell ya man to lock the gate tight |
Here I come to break the window snatch that woman |
And get up and then go heres some leaving a trail |
With no clue no Pro Pad no gloves and no shoes |
And you know the rivalry man blow up skull |