Artist: snoop dogg
Song: late night
Album: Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way
Year: 2001
Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money
I mean it's hard, hustling late night, you know
(Late night)
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 sun rising
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
