Текст песни Eightball and MJG f Twista - In the Middle of the Night
Eightball and MJG f Twista - In the Middle of the Night слова песни
(Twista)Damnwhat happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave HouseY`all motherfuckers know who this isHere`s some mack shit(Twista)Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in meSwooping through the hood where mostly ballas beSteady hearing women callin meIs it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and `GY`all be tripping off the P`s I can get plus I`m from my K-Town clickwhen a playa lay it down quickto be no tease and no lick she gon` suck the sleeve off my tipI get the right words instraight up in this till the juices diminishthen I`m a menace like I`m Iceberg SlimLights blur dim with a slight curve grinA fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10Spitting game I try to master the graphicsNever plaster on plastic like psychodamagicand man a brother bad cause I statusGrabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the massescan`t nobody stop this madnessThe playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tipNever catch me in much but a Suave House outfitCars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thickHit the club cause rug on the lovelessLadies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twistFlowing I`m as deadly as a drug riskAnyone high but killers high haters die from the slugnessPeep this like a deep dishTakin my vision away like a eclipse I see hipsMy scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clipsPlus I`m the one she already wanted to freak withcompetition betta gone head onChicks betta gone head bone in the lac of the rearso I can have a sack and a beerPrepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year(Chorus: Twista)I can teach ya how to get ya game tightLight sticky flame right gotta hit till it`s feeling real goodGetting rhythm in the middle of the nightSitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke onTeach ya how to get ya game tightLight sticky flame right till it feel real goodGetting rhythm in the middle of the nightI`ma toke till I choke I never knew a night could last for so longI can teach ya how to get ya game tightlight sticky flame right gotta hit till it`s feeling real goodGetting rhythm in the middle of the nightSitting in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke onTeach ya how to get ya game tightLight sticky flame right till it feel real goodGetting rhythm in the middle of the nightI`ma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long(MJG)We be Eightball and MJG with that playa Twista from the ChiShowing love in a major way trying to make that major payStaying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reachingTrying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I`m speakingAll I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun raysThinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto mazeMy fo`s got love for me so real for me they`ll kill for meI have tendencies to be high when I flow Pulling that dope when I hit the doorPin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for meThug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for meReal to the end me and my pen falling in love all over againto a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with thisI really couldn`t see that I don`t give a dam who you beSupposed to be can`t nobody step to the S-U-A-V-EMaybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to doOpen 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 nightNot a lot of people wanna say we don`t sound right but I can make a soundtrack sound tightI don`t really understandaSipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulanceTaking control for the big time money foll and all the women are hoeI think I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straightNow baby why you still pausing when you know Tou don`t smell like you been through the last of the sea platesNan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straightFirst 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 blackoutHuh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain`t each spit the mack outNow you ain`t even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash outI`m a thug shout, where my pimping spot, where the sun don`t shine one timeThen throw me a dose of that straight shot henI`m running with all this hate stoppingIt seems to be getting around late nightTell ya man to lock the gate tightHere 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 shoesand you know the rivalry man blow up skull(Chorus)