Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song After Dark, artist - Prophet Posse.
Date of issue: 10.02.1998
Song language: English
After Dark |
At the Dub we gettin buck |
Comin like a lightning struck |
Cockin back the chrome at the ?? |
Bitches say I’m fakin it Players playa hatin it We can trade words or get in some gangsta shit |
Aint the type of nigga that be comin up and then fall |
Keep a couple of nines in my drawls when im at the mall |
When I’m at the club in the tub for a rub a dub |
Even at the church cause ?? |
True to the ground yea I’m down for my fuckin crown |
Straight from the north side of town with the gangsta frown |
Evergreen niggas brought the clown cause we bull n shit |
With the prophet posse and the whole fuckin triple six |
Killa Klan Kaze in the party with the evil hottie |
Like collecting guns just for fun stackin dead bodies |
If you think I’m all rap and just a coward on the floor |
Turn your fuckin nuts and bring it out the front door, ho For the niggas who act like they hard |
We won’t hesitate to pull your whole cart |
And all the hoods u bangin u slangin for u bar |
Cause aint no tellin whats gonna happen after dark |
Twelve o’clock, in the car, on the? |
Bout to bring it, to your door |
I don’t bar no bitch, or a nigga |
I pull triggas, won’t fight, i tright to hit ya If you bigger, you gonna fall, or try to crawl |
Then I ball on your face, with chrome rims, or black walls |
Late at night, I’m super tight, stay out of sight |
With a scope pointed at a car, with blue lights (blue lights) |
You know what I mean, with the stripes run up on ya, like OJ Simpson |
With a knife, on your wife, or your kids |
Yea I did all the dirt, all by myself, split whigs |
Put a body, dead body, body bags, zippin tight real tight |
For the trash, then I laugh for the last, aftermath… hahahahahahahahaha |