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Viewing Lyrics for Night Shift:
| | | Artist: | South Park Mexican |
| | Album: | Hustle Town | | Track: | Night Shift | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | f/ Pimpstress
[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 I'm suppoesed to come up
Of a shy move
Run up on a twenty
and get yo ass an ice cube
It ain't nuthin why you bumpin in yo Cutlass
Jus understand the
roughness
Never cut for the gutless
Cause it's 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]
It's yo midnight mistress
Playa named Pimpstress
I keep it crunk
handle AH on my business
Queen of the click
Fiend for my shit
I'm sucked and
corrupt
Sixteen in my click
From black and mop
You can't 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 G's won't 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
I'm 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
Don't believe
the tales from my hood?
Come see
This ain't no joke you can smoke
This ain't 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 | | | |
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