Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night People, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song 100 Proof (The Hangover) - The Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.2010
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Night People |
Yeah, uh oh, y’all know |
Free, Statik Selek' |
We in the building |
Like we always do it around this time |
Uh huh, uh, uh, let’s go |
Freezer, squeeze Nina, make you check like cheetah |
Tote a very long heater (uh huh) |
100 G’s in my carry on |
After my niggas' bury y’all, I’m laughin like hyena (haha) |
We are, around the world like Boeing |
Jets, my sex is the shit |
My dick’s like, Boa Constrictor, hit your sister (uh) |
With the snake, then I make her carry weight, wait! |
(uh huh) |
Know all my niggas can relate (that's right) |
All my niggas that be movin the white, move it at night (yeah) |
Get it to them smokers that’s abusin the pipe (uh huh) |
We be doin it and doin it and doin it right (uh huh) |
Diss me, dump tools, lose your roof on the mic (roof on the mic) |
These other rap niggas is fools but I’m the truth on the mic (truth on the mic) |
Me and Selek' Statik, we’re back at it |
Tote fully 'matic ratchets, clap ya on sight (yeah) |
— 2X — w/ Red Cafe ad libs |
Under the radar, they ain’t seein us (yeah) |
But they gon' see it when we double up (double up) |
We movin like a thief in the night (like a thief in the night) |
We the type of people that move in the night (night) |
Double XL in a black SL |
Late night smellin like wired cell |
Now where the hoes at? |
We live as hell |
Got bottles on deck, whole box of L’s |
Light up! |
Shake down affair, Cafe invasion |
Dressed for the occasion (yep) |
Stayed strapped so I hit the club wiser (uh huh) |
Be freshly brewed, Budweiser (what up?) |
Graveyard shift on my Avon shit |
Barksdale, don’t let the AR spit |
One eye open |
Cafe wake 'em up when y’all dozin, I be the chosen |
When I talk niggas listen |
If I ain’t on the block, shit I’m in the kitchen |
Makin tea bags and all, not Lipton |
Believe I’m scorin, even when I’m tourin, it’s movin (movin) |
Uh, hit 'em no hat, bare back, bare pus' (yeah) |
Psyche I’m kiddin all my women know I strap up (strap up) |
Roll back to the sacks, smokin sacks |
And acts and bents with my sidekicks, rockin fly kicks |
Hunnies want a check but all I wanna know |
Is them bitches down to go and is they swallowin for sho' (uh huh, yeah) |
Uh and if them bitches can’t leave |
There’s some rooms backstage when you swallow at the show (swallow at the show, |
uh) |
Gargle it, handle it, vanish it |
Make it disappear like you swallowin some more (swallowin some more) |
Add Ros (hey), let’s role play |
You can be the dirty Latin maid, you my Latin slave (woo!) |
And I’m the house owner (house owner) |
But you gotta clean the couches, do the dishes, when you finished, |
bend that ass over |
It’s a Naughty America |
And these bitches, freakin, fuckin, strippin, suckin for the math (yeah) |
— w/ sample playing until the end |