Joell Ortiz, Big Noyd - Night In My Ps lyrics
[Joell Ortiz, Big Noyd - Night In My Ps lyrics]
A night in my Ps
Three fiends teamin' up to get one hit
Little dude on the roof tryin'
Test how his gun spit
Hennessy cups spillin' wildin' out
To Big Pun shit dice game in the lobby
Homey bank is a hundred
Shorty keep walkin' by wanna suck
On my son dick it's sad
(why) that's word to me this
Ho is a young bitch
Cops ridin' slow if they hop out we run quick
Slam a door in they face and
Just laugh at them dumb pricks
Haze in the air, the smell stays in your hair
Hustlers on the strip wearin' yesterdays gear
Dressed in all black on a bike, he's a robber
Hood rats with they seed pointin'
Like he's your father
Undercover druggies tryin' to sneak a cop
Man get the fuck outta here man
That shit Meeka pops?
I just thought he smoked weed a lot
Dog be careful where your v is parked
That nigga there'll sneak thieve your drop
Son on the court tryin' to
Work on his jump shot
It's funny this is all on one block
Jamal and them locked, the cab
Had they face on cam, dirty
I know they sick doin' a
Bid for a buck thirty
You see that nigga right there?
Yeah with the Bucs jersey
I got word on the low that son bucked Percy
These surroundings make it hard for
Yall to un-earth me
I shall remain Ortiz, this is
A night in my Ps, nigga
They say where I'm from, stars are born
The bloods is strong, and uh
Crips is thick, the guns is long
And my P's are sick, it's outta control nigga
The block is hot, the guns explode
And the hood is psycho, you already know
They leave holes in your Girbauds
When it come to that dough
Cuz it's all about that money, murder
And ho's
Yo here's an example when a nigga come home
First he, come out the slammer
Then he, pull up with bama?
Then he cock the hammers, and the drama is on
Won't be long for you know that niggas gone
Doing bids leavin his bitch with another kid
It is what it is
I love the hood, grimy as shit
Down to the rocks I chop
And chicks that I rip
Runnin from the d's, makin cheese
Puffin piff
To that whip I pimp and the yak that I sip
If you a G from the p's
Then you fuckin with this
Keep a bitch on her knees
And a gun on her hip
With 1 and a half and 16 in the clip
And every nigga who spit rep
The hood they with
I'm reppin QB nigga, you know what it is
MOB motherfucka, we reppin' the bridge
And wherever your hood is, throw it up kid
Get that guap and don't stop, handle your biz
Three fiends teamin' up to get one hit
Little dude on the roof tryin'
Test how his gun spit
Hennessy cups spillin' wildin' out
To Big Pun shit dice game in the lobby
Homey bank is a hundred
Shorty keep walkin' by wanna suck
On my son dick it's sad
(why) that's word to me this
Ho is a young bitch
Cops ridin' slow if they hop out we run quick
Slam a door in they face and
Just laugh at them dumb pricks
Haze in the air, the smell stays in your hair
Hustlers on the strip wearin' yesterdays gear
Dressed in all black on a bike, he's a robber
Hood rats with they seed pointin'
Like he's your father
Undercover druggies tryin' to sneak a cop
Man get the fuck outta here man
That shit Meeka pops?
I just thought he smoked weed a lot
Dog be careful where your v is parked
That nigga there'll sneak thieve your drop
Son on the court tryin' to
Work on his jump shot
It's funny this is all on one block
Jamal and them locked, the cab
Had they face on cam, dirty
I know they sick doin' a
Bid for a buck thirty
You see that nigga right there?
Yeah with the Bucs jersey
I got word on the low that son bucked Percy
These surroundings make it hard for
Yall to un-earth me
I shall remain Ortiz, this is
A night in my Ps, nigga
They say where I'm from, stars are born
The bloods is strong, and uh
Crips is thick, the guns is long
And my P's are sick, it's outta control nigga
The block is hot, the guns explode
And the hood is psycho, you already know
They leave holes in your Girbauds
When it come to that dough
Cuz it's all about that money, murder
And ho's
Yo here's an example when a nigga come home
First he, come out the slammer
Then he, pull up with bama?
Then he cock the hammers, and the drama is on
Won't be long for you know that niggas gone
Doing bids leavin his bitch with another kid
It is what it is
I love the hood, grimy as shit
Down to the rocks I chop
And chicks that I rip
Runnin from the d's, makin cheese
Puffin piff
To that whip I pimp and the yak that I sip
If you a G from the p's
Then you fuckin with this
Keep a bitch on her knees
And a gun on her hip
With 1 and a half and 16 in the clip
And every nigga who spit rep
The hood they with
I'm reppin QB nigga, you know what it is
MOB motherfucka, we reppin' the bridge
And wherever your hood is, throw it up kid
Get that guap and don't stop, handle your biz