Nights Like This

[Intro] [Hook] Nights like This I Wish To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch In the city burning killer with a bitch Mirror mirror on the wall call me the shit [X2] [Verse 1: Curren$y] I'm Creeping up on ya' bending corners That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia But we keep it on us Niggas is no longer important You had your moment But we still smoking Season is open on duck ass niggas who don't know what the code is If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this Now witness the coldest Now I'm rolling my own shit Ownership, owning this, owning that Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip Identified by what you drive The streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyes And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your ass alive Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug This game is a bitch the only one I love [Verse 2: Rich Boy] Yup, yup. I’m in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top glassed out Me & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out Catch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet Life My pockets got an appetite that make the pussy pop tonight Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground I’m in the city, burning killa with a bitch Drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip Purple, what I pour sip, shake that ass & make it flip Wasn’t for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels She took it all off, everything except them heels I got a pint & I’m bout to pop the seal off it She like that action, I'mma pass around & let her toss it Now what you know about the classics with the motor in it? 454’s, Superchargers with rubber spinning Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights The way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke We taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast Mirror mirror on the wall, I'mma ball & I'mma score I'mma get that dough & after that I'mma fuck a ho Put me in the game, let me show you how to do this shit Diamonds gripping up against wheel when I hit the strip ????????? [Hook] [Verse 3: Tiny C] Uh, Oh Gees Niggas ain't Fucking With My Team I made It past 25 so I'm a OG Once I Clear a Million Dollars I'm Pass The Blow the Whole P Ridin' Brand New Seats still covered in Plastic Rims with the beat i call that a Mix and Master Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale Bet that i throw it, you can hear me from a block away 4-12’s in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid Thinking should i Four door it today or should I coupé it New or old school it The Homies in the Hood say i be fooling Three Eighty Three stroker on gangsters i be moving Posi*Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust Pull up on me at the Lights and you gone take a Loss Cause where i come from its Survival of the Fittest Long Beach, East Side all i move with is Hittas [Hook]