Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Tonight, artist - Slaughterhouse. Date of issue: 10.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not Tonight |
| And we got what it takes to rock the mic |
| We gon' take it back to when niggas was rockin right |
| We gon' take it back, fuck with me? |
| Not tonight |
| (HEYYYY!) Not tonight |
| (HOOOO!) Not tonight |
| (HEYYYY!) Not tonight |
| We gon' take it back to when niggas was ah, ah, ah |
| Nickel, uhh |
| Round of applause for the dope boys |
| Here’s to the phenomenal quote boys |
| Y’all don’t understand this a phenomenal brand |
| The smack goin down like cube’s domino hand |
| Haha, if that rapper alive |
| He probably happy just to slap me a five |
| Homie the game ain’t dead, it’s just a couple key athletes died |
| It’s why I’m rappin like I have to revive (Slaughterhouse!) |
| The mix of Magic and M.J. passion |
| Get in the way it’s gon' be tragic as M.J. passin |
| With ears like D-R, the CPR |
| The game’ll never breathe its last breath because we are |
| The house gang, rap’s holy alliance |
| Why you so scurred? |
| I’m only a giant |
| I do it late night, call me Conan O’Brien |
| And the nose on my gun look like Pinocchio lyin |
| Last king to Scotland sippin good liquor |
| If you’re Meagan Good, I’m Forest Would-Dick-'er |
| Oscar winner, Oscar wiener |
| If you’re flow’s Aquafina, I’m Katrina |
| Uh, y’all say that your pockets are big |
| I’d rather say that I’m 'Pac mixed with Big |
| You’re lookin at a microphone rocker on vodka |
| That’s why I be walkin awkward, ya DIG? |
| (Joey!) Look, forever had to warm him |
| Take him to the cleaners, plastic bag on him |
| I ain’t like y’all, I don’t like y’all |
| Put him in lyrical jail with suicide thoughts |
| Kick the chair hang him from his mic cord |
| What’s the fight for? |
| Never back down |
| I’m on some bullshit, Quick sippin Jack now |
| Royce on Patrón, Crook got the chrome |
| Guess what I’m tryna say is leave them boys alone |
| How you got hope — had nothin to prove |
| And had nothin to lose and now we got both |
| Celebration bitches, now we got toast |
| But with no ratchets, Joell go 'head attack it, uh |
| Real nigga, rhyme spitter, ho bagger |
| Boast swagger, flow dagger, hip-hop toe-tagger |
| No slacker, I could chill but I’d so rather |
| Eat a nigga cause he’s sweeter than a glass of Goldschlager |
| Poor rappers, here on y’all won’t matter |
| And I’m out braggin every interview so you mo' matter |
| I’m the man in the booth |
| With A Few Good Men, and «you can’t handle the truth» (no!) |
| And y’all could say I’m nice but I’m not |
| I’m mean, flow coke with ice in the pot |
| The fiends gon' go broke, they dyin to cop |
| My team is so dope you like it or not! |
| We out! |
| Not tonight (HEYYYY!) |
| Not tonight (HOOOO!) |
| Not tonight (HEYYYY!) |
| Not. |
| Not tonight (HEYYYY!) |
| Not tonight (HOOOO!) |
| Not tonight (HEYYYY!) |
| Not tonight, ohh! |
| Heh heh… |