2 Pac - Late Night lyrics

Album: Better Dayz, Disc 1 (2002)

[DJ Quik]

Hey Pac, it is yo boy
Hey man so far I have been listening to your album
and I aint heard nothin´ you could kick back & smoke a beady to
You know?

Yea 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 am barely standin
And plus my 2ndhand say it is midnight
Some Alize & 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 is like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino
Cause you & me know
Hundred percent like a c-note
Looking for a bitch that is half-black & Filipino
And when I meet her I ama offer her some indo
Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo
Don´t want to be your man, I am your nigga
Touch me here, I will get bigger
While I am diggin I will get deep into your liver
I am game tight
Love f*cking bitches in the same night
My words´re aphrodisiacs if you say ´em right
The club be poppin so I am stoppin at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it is another black crack murder
The city´s full of surprises, you can live or you can die
You can f*ck on the 1st night, or try, in the late night

[Chorus]

* DJ Quik cuts & scratches this sequence 2X*

Last night.. last night changed it all
´Pac] In the late night
Last night..
(I do not give a f*ck, 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 until my socks is damp
Aint nothin´ like being a thug when I can just
Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I am 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 aint no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions & 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 & a society who tryin to burn me
I am 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
Till then I am living Monday through Sunday
Bringing the gunplay for all these beefs & battles
When we collide
I am a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night

[Chorus]

[Tupac]

Money & 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 want to 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 is 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 am a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
Cause when I am out in the streets, I am 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 till I am old, ride till I die
Supply long as you motherf*ckers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they aint short & duckin
Slappin niggaz known for telling bitches f*ck-it in the late night

[Chorus]

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