Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night Life, artist - Outsidaz. Date of issue: 07.08.2008
Song language: English
Night Life |
| We be hangin’on the block 'til dawn →Eminem |
| Outsidaz’Night Life |
| Stayin’spaced out like Dr. Octagon →Eminem |
| Outsidaz’Night Life |
| This rap hell has got skells and mac twelves |
| Over past gels, crack sales, and blackmails |
| When your people get clocked it hurts |
| They quit thuggin, run and join a baptist church |
| We pushin white C-3's with five TV’s |
| The Outsidaz, its on the Night Life EP |
| See, Axe the trife type, live the Night Life |
| Amongst dark alleys and bright lights |
| A heist might, end it all for the right price |
| Guess who’s back in the house, Axe and the Outs |
| The wack crap you yappin about get you cracked in the mouth |
| Wanna be president, put me in office |
| My old ??? |
| ran for European horses |
| Skiing off cliffs, G’ing off this |
| Rob banks, clearin Porsches |
| Me and Nawshis, y’all shoulda been being cautious |
| My Night Life’in, make cats get liars |
| When Axe pass the striker, I rapid fire |
| Nauseous, I’m main coursin', no appetizer |
| The emcee sacraficer, like a rap messiah |
| Run up on you, 'specially if that balls sellin |
| Catch him on stage, get put in a full nelson |
| This the O-U-T flow, for rappers finito |
| But’cha girl could get the EP tho' |
| Outsidaz’Night Life |
| We be hangin’on the block 'til dawn →Eminem |
| Outsidaz’Night Life |
| Stayin’spaced out like Dr. Octagon →Eminem |
| Outsidaz’Night Life |
| We be hangin’on the block 'til dawn →Eminem |
| Outsidaz’Night Life |
| What’choo want, what’choo want, what’choo want, what’choo want? |
| You corn like the cereal Pops |
| Get ripped torn over my stereo box |
| ?Ya'oufits? |
| on like stretch and pops weapons cocked |
| Get skipped like records ???, then I’m stretchin ya drop |
| Out’s, we love cream, guns, and bitches |
| Don’t trust fiends, nuns, and snitches |
| Want funds and riches, bombin sisses |
| Plus we out for fame like Bonnie and the Pointer sisters |
| You could feel it The floors is shakin, wars is wagin' |
| Across the nothern nations |
| All before daylight savings |
| The Night Life on location |
| Gun and smoke risin’like undertoe lake reservations |
| Under y’all faces, its hip hop John Wayne? |
| Gaisees? |
| With laced weed and bass beats |
| We got grow six, explosives, and overdoses |
| For you and your associates |
| While we sweep the coast’es’s |
| Outsidaz transendin |
| The hip hop world as you know it, is now at an endin |
| Roll up the crime crime, organized crime dime |
| Between love and hate theres a fine line |
| Some people hate how we gettin it, some people ride mine |
| Cheer for me like they got pom-poms in the nine-nine |
| We straight rockin it, two G, we lockin shit |
| Outsidaz’Night Life a gift to the provocative |
| Where I’m from we miss Biggie |
| Flip keys, so if you stick with me Its strictly bright lights and big cities |
| No dough, its a lotta caffeine, gotta have cream |
| Thats why we run this rap scene like a Carl Lewis track team |
| D-U'a, representin New Jay-ruz |
| Pump six holes in you like pool tay-bles |
| Yeah, we stack dough get wet like tadpoles |
| Y’all fags though nigga, all pussy like black gold |
| With the mack fold, punk you ain’t gon’do shit |
| Don’t pull it out if you ain’t gon’use it These are the last days before I get cast weight |
| Its a must, I have to Rock Hard like Cafe |
| Mother… |
| Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew |
| Why try, we murda you |
| Drive by’s in convertible |
| Lex, stretched like your grandmothers chest |
| Yes sir, plus higher than your pops blood pressure |
| Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew |
| Why try, we murda you |
| Drive by’s in convertible |
| Lex, stretched like your grandmothers chest |
| Yes sir, plus higher than your pops blood pressure |