LATE NIGHT
[DJ Quik] Hey Pac
it s yo boy Hey man so far I ve been listening to your album and I ain t heard nothin you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank
hahahah So why don t you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah
feel me? [Tupac] I m barely standin And plus my secondhand say it s midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch
I let my balls hang Runnin through the street lights Cause we like
young nigga Get your mobb on show em what a G like Around the corner it s like Vegas
or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin
welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that s half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I ma offer her some indo Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo Don t wanna be your man
I m your nigga Touch me here
I ll get bigger While I m diggin I ll get deep into your liver I m game tight Love ing bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I m stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it s another black crack murder The city s full of surprises
you can live or you can die You can on the first night
or try
in the late night [Chorus] DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X Last night..
last night changed it all Pac] In the late night Last night..
(I don t give a
where you gon ..
be ..
do it myself) [Pac] In the late night [Fatal] Around my way we lamp
many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp Ain t nothin like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I m blessed Hussein Fatal
flawless fatality Overdosing on crime
three steps from reality Get up to get down
represent the town Last night was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds [Kastro] From booty calls to bail sheets It ain t no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me I m like a pit in a cage Spittin my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids Niggaz gettin crossed like a maze Now picture me livin my life like a king Maybe one day Until then I m living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gunplay for all these beefs and battles When we collide I m a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night [Chorus] [Tupac] Money and multiple gunshots are shown Large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows
pursuin mo hoes
then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag How many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic Mandatory I sell To Live or Die
I survive
but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches Watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It s a mean world Nigga you strapped
or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night
to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me
I m a shadow My army fatigues made for battle
pockets full of ammo Cause when I m out in the streets
I m on point
where the static? Too many done died from semis
so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated Ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton gettin weeded Continue to roll until I m old
ride until I die Supply long as you mother ers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket
but they ain t short and duckin Slappin niggaz known for telling bitches -it in the late night [Chorus]
[DJ Quik] Hey Pac
it s yo boy Hey man so far I ve been listening to your album and I ain t heard nothin you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you check a fat-ass bank
hahahah So why don t you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how Hahahah
feel me? [Tupac] I m barely standin And plus my secondhand say it s midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch
I let my balls hang Runnin through the street lights Cause we like
young nigga Get your mobb on show em what a G like Around the corner it s like Vegas
or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin
welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that s half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I ma offer her some indo Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo Don t wanna be your man
I m your nigga Touch me here
I ll get bigger While I m diggin I ll get deep into your liver I m game tight Love ing bitches in the same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I m stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it s another black crack murder The city s full of surprises
you can live or you can die You can on the first night
or try
in the late night [Chorus] DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X Last night..
last night changed it all Pac] In the late night Last night..
(I don t give a
where you gon ..
be ..
do it myself) [Pac] In the late night [Fatal] Around my way we lamp
many styles get cramped I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp Ain t nothin like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I m blessed Hussein Fatal
flawless fatality Overdosing on crime
three steps from reality Get up to get down
represent the town Last night was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds [Kastro] From booty calls to bail sheets It ain t no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me I m like a pit in a cage Spittin my shells in a gauge Deadly as aids Niggaz gettin crossed like a maze Now picture me livin my life like a king Maybe one day Until then I m living Monday through Sunday Bringing the gunplay for all these beefs and battles When we collide I m a ride on that hide like cattle Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night [Chorus] [Tupac] Money and multiple gunshots are shown Large amps are blown Niggaz in low-lows
pursuin mo hoes
then go home The life of a California star And when you see me in the drop-top Jag How many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic Mandatory I sell To Live or Die
I survive
but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches Watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin It s a mean world Nigga you strapped
or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night
to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me
I m a shadow My army fatigues made for battle
pockets full of ammo Cause when I m out in the streets
I m on point
where the static? Too many done died from semis
so now we automatic I disappear whenever heated Ride whenever needed For my niggaz up in Clinton gettin weeded Continue to roll until I m old
ride until I die Supply long as you mother ers buy My homies rolled by in a bucket
but they ain t short and duckin Slappin niggaz known for telling bitches -it in the late night [Chorus]
