Tha Eastsidaz, Kokane - Late Night lyrics

Talking while singing "Late night"

Yeah, baby
I'm just out here trying to get this money
I mean it's hard hustling late night
You know (late niight)
Some of these suckas out there
Tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down (late night)
But you know i'm a real playa
Real hustler real gangsta
I'm bout getting this money (late night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is
It can go down all night

Button up the honcho
Grab the brownies and heat first step
To collect a nigga's bread and meat
The squares asleep
But all the hogs out on the prowl
Blocks get locked down like they off a child
Time to eat up off the streets
Full of fiends and hypes
Checking cream off ecstasy to
The green and white
Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips
Baller had this
Cause the savage beast did need to floss
So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft
Late night, the game tight
Went up a notch or two
With fake vice, playin nice
Steady watching you
Impossible, the clock when
You ain't overtiming
The vivrant ways for crimes on
The grind and start shining
9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising
Occupation gangsta committed to thug life

On a late night that's the time we gone ride
Nigga, it's do or die late night
We ain't checking for names
When the hollow points fly on a late night
Deeper and deeper
We had to get into some gangsta shit
Late night deeper and deeper
They don't know who they fucking wit

Dead bodies with a funky smell
Throw 'em in the ocean
Jack the fo' up two times
And young nigga, keep coastin'
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killings after killings but they
Don't know it's me it's lil' G
Now what you think that stand fo?
I'm gangsta on the streets and I
Keep it Crippin' in the studio
Who else be up late night ready
To jack like the whole house?
Gallop in yo shit like the black joust
To make it real simple and quick
If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit
And it's all about the fast lane, nigga
When you see me on the streets
I got my finger on tha trigga
Never catch who's slippin' when I'm
On them 2-wing deez
And when I get my bricks
I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe
That I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's
And Ruckas

On a late night
That's the time that we gone move a gang away
Late night they call me Chef Boyardee
Pushin' up some cakes on a late night
Deeper and deeper
I bang these streets for all so long
Late night deeper and deeper
Uh, wit this game that I got
I can't go wrong