Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sess in the Daytime, Chronic at Night, artist - CRIPS. Album song Nationwide Rip Ridaz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dangerous
Song language: English
Sess in the Daytime, Chronic at Night |
Break it down or switch your blow, that’s how we run this shit |
Light it up, take a hit — and give it up your click |
You know for sure I’m smokin’doja |
My folks I thought I told ya Twist my sack and give me over throw the Tec and ride with locsters |
HAT GANG and ?? |
TOWN hoo-ridin'in HOLMES STREET |
FRANKLIN SQUARE, FUSHED TOWN, NEW HOLMES and FRONT STREET |
AVENUE, BLUE GATE, BEACH TOWN, '7TH STREET |
10-LINE, 11-DUECE, BABY LOCS and GRAPE STREET |
99 MAFIA, P.J. WATTS |
You get your props if you can ride, if you’se a Slob you get mobbed |
It’s alright ??? |
cause it like props on my block |
I run with locs that aint’t broke which y’all get smoked and? |
throw lot? |
I got 16 shots with extraclips in my side |
If you’se a trick you get the ducksicc cause I’m cool in your cock |
Shake the spot, fade your black, you back you trip and I’m sayin' |
You claim my style 'cause you too wild this ain’t the time to parlay |
I’m servin’sess in the daytime, chronic at night |
I’m dumpin’rounds around the car for all you folks on the block |
I gotta sess in the daytime, chronic at night |
All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass all night |
You can find me on the East/Side, rip ridin’with the locsters |
Swervin’five deep with the heat hittin’corners |
Dippin’on dubs and Golds on Thunderbirds and doja |
My colors flag my rag and sack my khakis like a soldier |
Stay suckers free, you only see me with my — G’s |
I’m chokin’off the smoke with loc Big Freeze |
What’s up young Cuzz? |
Where you from? |
The Town |
Where’s at? |
On the East/Side, 10−5 by the Jordan Downs |
Twist to my camp, come to my hood and |
I guarantee that the loc’ll gun you down when you stand |
Off brand, other side better realize |
Ain’t no surprise out of the East Side Rip Ridaz causin’homicide |
This is how we do it, check me out you don’t hear me It’s do or die from day one, Compton and Watts can you feel? |
My dick hard ??? |
down in the sperm |
You grab your baby ?? |
and blast them bustas up outta there |
Servin’sess in the daytime, chronic at night |
You dump rocks around the car for all the folks on the block |
Sex in the daytime, chronic at night |
All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight |
Always ready for the rumble, never stutter, never stumble |
Wet him up, shut him up and watch his whole cookie crumble cuz |
You loc ?? |
on the West Coast |
?? |
low the YGB case in the raincoat |
Fifty on your back ?? |
but flow is tragic |
But who do the doo-doo with that all black magic |
Grab the paper tell my loc |
Murder folks with the do' |
Double back up on my khakis, ready to strap you like I’m suppose to The locster |
I told ya, straight up out the Watts |
From twenty-one-hundred, East Hun’and '7 Street block |
Real niggas gimme that cause I freak a fuckin’track |
I meet my brother from the Town it’s goin’down and I stay strapped |
And just all you know, that you fuckin’with the loc |
Twist down 10−5 and that’s for Young Broncoe |
I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night |
Dumpin’rocks around the car for all the folks on the block |
Sex in the daytime, chronic at night |
All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight |
I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night |
See I’m Fudgin’by the dozen F for death Crip for life |
Sex in the daytime, chronic at night |
All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight |
I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night |
I dumps rocks around the car for all the folks on the block |
Sex in the daytime, chronic at night |
All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight |
I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night |
See I’m Fudgin’by the dozen and F for death Crip for life |
Sex in the daytime, chronic at night |
All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight |