Night Life (Original Mix)

[Scratch Hook] "Fresh dressed like a million bucks" - Slick Rick 'La Di Da Di' "For all the girls I might take home" - Slick Rick 'La Di Da Di' [Verse One] Saturday night The night life scene is wild Profile with fly chicks, kicking game with a smile I'm a black belt with bitches, undefeatable style Mathematics in the palm pilot, add it to the file Skeptical when the sexual vibes are too incredible My plan is to examine her, scan her intellectual "Nice Gucci glasses" "Thank you" "You still go to school?" "Yep" "Got plans for the future? Oh you major in computers?" You're a dime piece a fine piece of feminine specimen The type that got me nervous and boost my adrenaline Let's go back to my crib and celebrate your estrogen Fiesta till we siesta like we're Mexican You've only been with one man? Nah, I don't buy it You're correct in the mental and resemble Salma Hayek I can't lie, you're fly and I'd die to try it Dive it in, but wait a minute, before I work it I need the prophylactic, plastic when I tap it She really bugged me out when I saw how she reacted See everything could've been perfect with the safe sex But she hates the feeling like "I'm allergic to latex." Never ever would I touch it, fuck it or lick it If she's raw every time she's letting other motherfucker's hit it My vibe was dead, she laid on the bed Slowly lifted up her head and this is what she said "When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw" - Method Man 'Bring The Pain' What? "When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw" Huh? "When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw" Ayo fuck that, I'm out the front door you whore Back in the action, relaxing in the Accura, macking this mami In a Maxima, asking if Ap was a rapper, I'm like "Word I met you at a show several months ago You and this other ho asking if I had some blunts to roll." I didn't say "ho" she prolly would've flipped I was slick, replaced the word "ho" with "Bitch!" Gave her compliments I could tell she was feeling my confidence Pompous, I pump my CD's like P.D.'s My smooth game had her brain in a deep freeze My beats knocked on this busy little sweet block Where cats keep the heat cocked, it seemed cinematic Or poetry in motion, classic as Illmatic Like old jazz wax with dirty pops of static The club just closed so I'm suck up in the traffic (Saturday night) Girls flaunt feminine fat (Saturday night) Wack cats think they can rap (Saturday night) I'm on a strict mission to bone (Saturday night) I'm not going home alone My phone's on roam, leave the message after the tone And I'mma check my voice mail once I'm in the calling zone I'm up in Bill's Bar with this thick ho Get her drunk, bring her home, show her with the dick go Take this little nypho from up outta the disco While 7L & Esoteric was up on stage sipping Hypno [Scratch Hook]