(feat. Skinhead Rob, Travis Barker)
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[1st Verse (Bun B)]
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Well when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
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And the street lights start comin' on in the town
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When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep
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Thats when real G's come out on the creep
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Midnight movin through the city on the low
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Sippin' on some sizurp and smokin on some dro
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Got the TVs on, both my screens on flow
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Pop trunk on dis bitch and i'm ready to go
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You never know what the night might hold
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At the hour of the fungus actin way too cold
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You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold
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If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold
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Now a days its a struggle to survive
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Some of these dark alley ways will eat you alive
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I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun
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And show these mother fuckers how its done
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When your late night creepin.....
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[chorus (Bun B)]
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Cuz we don't come out till after dark
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With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
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And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
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Everytime that its time to flip
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You can find me
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Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
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With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
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Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
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We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
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In the late night
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Thats w, thats w,
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Thats when real G's c come out on the creep
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[2nd Verse (Bun B)]
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I got my two 4-5s and they loaded and locked
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Keep em' both on cock for i step on the block
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It's the grave yard shit cuz we out on the grind
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And we don't care about time cuz its money on mind
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We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread
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We aint worried bout sleep fuck goin to bed
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We the last ones to leave after hittin them stangs
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Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang
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I do my thing and you can't tell me different
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Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it
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I'm programmed automatic with this G shit
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And that go for every other cat you see me with
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Glock turned on with the burn on the hip
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I'm blowin on the deuce by the candy painted whip
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I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun
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And show these mother fuckers how its done
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When your late night creepin.....
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[chorus (Bun B)]
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Cuz we don't come out till after dark
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With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
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And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
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Everytime that its time to flip
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You can find me
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Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
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With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
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Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
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We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
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Cuz we don't come out till after dark
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With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
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And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
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Everytime that its time to flip
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You can find me
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Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
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With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
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Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
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We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
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[Verse 3 (Skinhead Rob)]
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In the late night better get your face right
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Everything sells, bitches to the bass pipe
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I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light
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Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight
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I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks
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I aint braggin homie these are just the cold facts
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We known to hold gats and nobody hold back
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Fuck a cheap shot i'll take out your whole back
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So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip
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Aint nobody walk away cuz aint nobody give a shit
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Bitch i'm livin and i love it it's beautiful
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Somethin like the smell of crap when i'm watchin your noodle blow
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We famous pharmisuticals and breakin the bits
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We blazin two up in the cuticals to breakin the bread
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Don't give a shit you never heard of us
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We known among the murderous
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For toatin heavy metal push the good shit pour the purple up
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[chorus (Bun B)]
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Cuz we don't come out till after dark
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With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
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And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
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Everytime that its time to flip
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You can find me
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Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
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With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
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Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
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We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin' |