Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night In My P's, artist - Joell Ortiz. Date of issue: 23.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Night In My P's |
| A night in my Ps |
| Three fiends teamin' up to get one hit |
| Little dude on the roof tryin' test how his gun spit |
| Hennessy cups spillin' wildin' out to Big Pun shit |
| Dice game in the lobby, homey bank is a hundred |
| Shorty keep walkin' by wanna suck on my son dick |
| It’s sad (why) that’s word to me this ho is a young bitch |
| Cops ridin' slow if they hop out we run quick |
| Slam a door in they face and just laugh at them dumb pricks |
| Haze in the air, the smell stays in your hair |
| Hustlers on the strip wearin' yesterdays gear |
| Dressed in all black on a bike, he’s a robber |
| Hood rats with they seed pointin', like he’s your father |
| Undercover druggies tryin' to sneak a cop |
| Man get the fuck outta here man, that shit Meeka pops? |
| I just thought he smoked weed a lot |
| Dog be careful where your v is parked |
| That nigga there’ll sneak thieve your drop |
| Son on the court tryin' to work on his jump shot |
| It’s funny this is all on one block |
| Jamal and them locked, the cab had they face on cam, dirty |
| I know they sick doin' a bid for a buck thirty |
| You see that nigga right there? |
| Yeah with the Bucs jersey |
| I got word on the low that son bucked Percy |
| These surroundings make it hard for yall to un-earth me |
| I shall remain Ortiz, this is a night in my Ps, nigga |
| They say where I’m from, stars are born |
| The bloods is strong, and uh |
| Crips is thick, the guns is long |
| And my P’s are sick, it’s outta control nigga |
| The block is hot, the guns explode |
| And the hood is psycho, you already know |
| They leave holes in your Girbauds |
| When it come to that dough |
| Cuz its all about that money, murder, and ho’s |
| Yo here’s an example when a nigga come home |
| First he, come out the slammer |
| Then he, pull up with bama? |
| Then he cock the hammers, and the drama is on |
| Won’t be long for you know that niggas gone, doing bids |
| Leavin his bitch with another kid |
| It is what it is |
| I love the hood, grimy as shit |
| Down to the rocks I chop and chicks that I rip |
| Runnin from the d’s, makin cheese, puffin piff |
| To that whip I pimp and the yak that I sip |
| If you a G from the p’s then you fuckin with this |
| Keep a bitch on her knees, and a gun on her hip |
| With 1 and a half and 16 in the clip |
| And every nigga who spit rep the hood they with |
| I’m reppin QB nigga, you know what it is |
| M.O.B. |
| motherfucka, we reppin' the bridge |
| And wherever your hood is, throw it up kid |
| Get that guap and don’t stop, handle your biz |