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| Eightball & MJG - In the Middle of the Night |
feat. Twista (Twista) yeah what happens when Twista gets high in the suave house ya'll mothafuckas know who this is heres some mack shit (Twista) eww, I could feel a reefer crawling me hauling me swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be steady hearing women callin me is it cuz of the candy apple red navigator bumping eightballogy ya'll be tripping off the P's I can get from my K-Town click when a playa lay it down quick to be no tease and no lent she was a seize off my tip I hit the right words in straight up in it till the juice is the menace then I'm a menace like a mikesperg slim lights lurking with a slight curve grin a 50 yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 spitting game I try to master the graphics never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic and man a brother bad cuz I status grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses can't nobody stop this madness the playa Twista looking great up in the suave house tip never catch me in my best suave house outfit cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick hit the club cuz rug on the loveless ladies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist flowing on em steadily is a drug risk anyone high but killas high hatas die from the slugness peep this like a deep dish takin my vision away like a eclipse I see hips scooping I dip game deli with 3 clips plus Im the one she already wanted to freak with competition betta gone head on chicks betta gone head on in the lac of the rear so I can have a sack and a beer prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year (chorus) (Twista) I can teach ya how to get ya game tight light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good getting rythm in the middle of the night sitting in the back straight I might wanna get my smoke on teach ya how to get ya game tight light sticky flame right till it feel real good getting rythm in the middle of the night Ima toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long I can teach ya how to get ya game tight light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good getting rythm in the middle of the night sitting in the back straight I might wanna get my smoke on teach ya how to get ya game tight light sticky flame right till it feel real good getting rythm in the middle of the night Ima toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long (MJG) we be Eightball and MGJ with that playa Twista from the Chi showing love in a major way trying to make that major pay staying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching trying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking all I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze my fo's got love for me so real for me they'll kill for me I have tendencies to be high when I flow pulling that dope when I hit the door pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again to a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this I really couldn't see that I don't give a dam who you be supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do open your mind we got something for you and you and you (chorus) (Eightball) MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the night not alot of people wanna say we don't sound right but I can make a soundtrack sound tight I don't really understanda sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulance taking control for the big time money foll and all the women are hoe I think I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight now baby why you still pausing when you know you don't smell like you been through the last of the sea plates man heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight first of all I ain't buying your clothes, then doing your toes, then going to shows, no bust no more, go run boots, hoe patios and you feeling that you ready for a blackout huh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot, where the sun don't shine one time then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen I'm running with all this hate stopping it seems to be getting around late night tell ya man to lock the gate tight here I come to break the window smash that boy and get up and then go heres some leaving a trail with no clue no propane no buds and shoes and you know the rivalry man blow up skull (chorus) |
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