Come 2nyte

[DJ Quik] Alright look Turn them cell phones off, turn that camera off As a matter of fact nigga, turn your memory off I don't want nobody knowin what just went on here Look... Now we don't want nothing but the H-O-E-S Black Tone, Crawf Dog and me less All the niggas that came to see anything less Than a stripper in a MBZ, yes I'mma pass on the bud cus I'm off the Chopin Ran outta rubbers still tryin to go up in Ease up a store run, I'mma throw a ten But I ain't trynna pink panty no more again Getting sculled goin out to Playa Hamms, ouch ?? and Alonzo layin on the couch Passed out, sippin on the Mickeys big mouth With Big Jam baggin on the whole damn house Penthouse Playin, nigga, who's the Clique? Hoes like you and her and you to pick Shabby Bleu, Pimpin Karl you'z the shit Niggas fuckin hairlines ain't moved a bit Flyin' hair like flag (Yup) Jealous muthafuckas wanna call me a fag (No) 'Til I skeet my copy to yo woman in a latex bag? Got her washin out her panties in my Maytag (Punk) Nigga stay mad Phil in the Volvo (Yeah) I flag 'em down; gotta show my new logo He said he love it; now we off to where the hoes go Cus ain't nuttin like some fuckin on a solo Now what you hoes know? [Hook: Truth Hurts] Come 2nyte, we'll do the most wanted things We'll party like there's no end to the parties we begin And if you shook off Tonite, you don't repeat what you see Do it like, it's the last time then we back at it next week [DJ Quik] Now KK hooked me with a blind date Got me on the phone mackin to her all night They say they comin out to meet us on the next day How come they never look nuttin like what they sound right? But the bitch got ass like a apple A derriette with a glass full of gin and snapple A hairy wet, damn, make a nigga wanna wrastle When I went to make a play, wouldn't no hassle Then they tell me AMG is comin out with the rum and the coke And broads in the Range Rover, they ain't comin broke Asian and Italian with the fuckin skin tone That make you wanna bang 'em with the Vodka & Gin Bone It's been ten years, (Yup) ain't much change Niggas still party hard, haters still get it Remember that sweat suit? You know the gray one with the burgundy trim, nigga I can still fit it Allen Ives on my feet Black khakis and my fro lookin so neat And when I'm chillin with my niggas we so street You know the kind of muthafuckas that you won't meet But you got a choice, either you can kick with the hardcore Or marks in them shear shirts that be chillin in The Source When the dick is bomb that'll make her call more Now bang her from the back, nigga make her fall forward [Hook: Truth Hurts] Come 2nyte, we'll do the most wanted things We'll party like there's no end to the parties we begin And if you shook off Tonite, you don't repeat what you see Do it like, it's the last time then we back at it next week [DJ Quik] Wake up feelin groggy of some nightal But got a funny intuition about tonight y'all I think it's down again cus G-one got a grin And tryin to fill me back up with Chopin Now I'm runnin from Minnie and Jackie with the blunt How many more days can I really just party or just bunt I'm tryin to kick back But Byze-One keep callin me to let me know how we gotta get out make it crack Black Tone, Hi-C, Suga Free and me Listen to the same shit and we all agree That you gotta party till we platinum Fuck Osama Bin Laden Nigga drink up like we back in '93 Compton is the city that I claim, I don't know much But I know the CPT just can't be touched So tonight I'm gonna party like it's Nineteen ninety bad little hoes keep callin me Prince Where the incense? [Hook: Truth Hurts] Come 2nyte, we'll do the most wanted things We'll party like there's no end to the parties we begin And if you shook off Tonite, you don't repeat what you see Do it like, it's the last time then we back at it next week