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    2Pac / Lyrics

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    "Late Night" Lyrics

    2Pac feat. Outlawz and DJ Quik

    [DJ Quik]

    Hey Pac, it's yo boy
    Hey man so far I've been listening to your album
    and I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beady to
    You know?

    Yeah like that
    Some of that mellow shit
    Some of that shit that make bitches drink
    Make niggaz think
    And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah

    So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how
    Hahahah, feel me?


    I'm barely standin
    And plus my secondhand say it's midnight
    Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
    Like misdemeanors is a small thang
    With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
    Runnin through the street lights
    Cause we like, young nigga
    Get your mobb on show em what a G like
    Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
    Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino
    Cause you and me know
    Hundred percent like a c-note
    Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino

    And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
    Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo
    Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
    Touch me here, I'll get bigger
    While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver
    I'm game tight
    Love fucking bitches in the same night
    My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right
    The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger
    Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
    The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
    You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night


    * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X*

    Last night.. last night changed it all

    'Pac] In the late night
    Last night..
    (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself)
    [Pac] In the late night


    Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
    I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp
    Ain't nothin' like being a thug when I can just
    Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed
    Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality
    Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality
    Get up to get down, represent the town
    Last night was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds


    From booty calls to bail sheets
    It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
    My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
    Probably involves me comin up with just to see another day
    Might be me who bites the bullet
    In these streets where a man journey
    With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
    I'm like a pit in a cage
    Spittin my shells in a gauge
    Deadly as aids
    Niggaz gettin crossed like a maze
    Now picture me livin my life like a king
    Maybe one day
    Until then I'm living Monday through Sunday
    Bringing the gunplay for all these beefs and battles
    When we collide
    I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
    Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night



    Money and multiple gunshots are shown
    Large amps are blown
    Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home
    The life of a California star
    And when you see me in the drop-top Jag
    How many niggaz wanna be me?
    Game is automatic
    Mandatory I sell
    To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
    Cause when you gettin some riches
    Watch for dumb bitches
    They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin
    It's a mean world
    Nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway
    Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
    Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
    My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
    Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
    Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
    I disappear whenever heated
    Ride whenever needed
    For my niggaz up in Clinton gettin weeded
    Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
    Supply long as you motherfuckers buy
    My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin
    Slappin niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night

    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © TEMPORAL SONGS LTD , Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Steven Brett, Matthew Dick.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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