Night Shift — текст песни (South Park Mexican)

[verse 1: spm]

Now spread the word

I got them bricks on the dead end streets

And watch them jump out boys

Cause they rollin ten deep

Creep crawlin the night

Ya know the deal

In the muthafuckin hill

We all strapped to kill

Chill hittin licks in the wind that never ceases

Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces

How the fuck Im suppoesed to come up

Of a shy move

Run up on a twenty and get yo ass an ice cube

It aint nuthin why you bumpin in yo cutlass

Jus understand the roughness

Never cut for the gutless

Cause its do or die

You ask

Who am i?

I was a heartbreaker ever since junior high

Eye of the public

The brown be a suspect

So the streets taught me to be loveless

Causin rawkus

In a dope fiends bucket

My two favorite subjects were

Shut it and fuck it



[chorus: spm]

The night shift

Young hustlers workin grave yards

The night shift

Street soldiers workin grave yards

My nine be

Beside me

Tonight we

Work the night shift

My nine be

Beside me

Tonight we

Work the night shift



[verse 2: pimpstress]

Its yo midnight mistress

Playa named pimpstress

I keep it crunk handle ah on my business

Queen of the click

Fiend for my shit

Im sucked and corrupt

Sixteen in my click

From black and mop

You cant crack my style

Playa hatin bitches make me crack a smile

Tonight

With whoride

In the moonlight

My feria ruka sound like the fuckin chula

Fools die

Fuckin wit my feria

Daddy steaks wanna marry the

Emperiala

Nina ross, mary jane, ms. cocaine

The three devils brought us deep in the dope game

So strange

True gs wont change

Close range

Left ya boys wit no brains

Street zombies

Takin out posses

Dangerous hobbies

Jus call me



[chorus: spm]

Repeat 1x



[verse 3: spm]

Alone in my home

Cock my gats

Im known for my dope so I watch for jacks

Keep out burglar

Come on in

Bring all yo men let the games begin

Pumpin em in the cheek man i

Hot shots comin out my banana

Got plans like santa anna

Got balls like tony montana

Trick or treat

Feel my heat

Hear my muthafuckin drum beats

Dont believe the tales from my hood?

Come see

This aint no joke you can smoke

This aint no wonderland

I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand

I pop mine

With a glock nine

Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign

Be the one never

You come I come better

Bring yo umbrella

I bring the rough weather

Pleasure one pleasure

Choppin up chedder

Ya whole crew get done by one fella



[chorus: spm]

Repeat 1x