Lyrics:
in up from off the bottom we from grout
All my narcs came in boy slight keep that pound
I'm a build a brother like yung bill we keep that fire we
on fire
My heart it pounds
To stay alive
I'm confused, gently amused
All along, I sing the Blues
One step in the midnight city
I'm here till time keeps
could see yourself through my eyes,
You do love yourself more than anyone else
Without asking others to
Without begging him to
By midnight drive i set 90
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
sacrifice that pagan
‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by
The moon is stained with midnight tears of fortune
Tainted pastures, scarecrows point to no one
My favorite cigarette plays its funeral song
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
[Chorus]
Oh, let the midnight special, shine her light on me.
Oh, let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me.
Well, if you ever
drummin' on the dash
Only brakin' for the badge
Had the man in blue burnin' through
Tickets by the pound
Yeah, I paid for every red light
In my hometown
I
Ain't no music on
We smoking by the pound
I need your love tonight, babe
I ain't sleep in nine days
Something 'bout the time change, got me feeling
Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
When I was 18 I sold pot, about a quarter pound to half a pound a week
I also worked 70 hours a week or so, about one day off every two week period,
Fuck a hoe down
Strippin by midnight
Your ass jingle so good in the moonlight
Damn you suckin dick now
Sucking all the fucking cum out
Showing
and Dogg Pound
On this midnight ride
Ever since we hit the Row
We got stationed, with no hesitation
Make moves, nigga, Mr too Smooth
The elaborate you're
Have you ever been lied to
By someone you love?
Did they look you in the eyes so soon
Before they broke your trust?
Then when you found out
They went
a fucking joke
I'm choking on the purple cloud
Breaking down a bunch of dope
I really sold it pound for pound
Round for round
Had to get up every
Time they
the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
a better life from sunrise to evening
Spikes on my feet red soles really bleeding
You talking cash if not then what’s the vibe
Stay true I’ll stand by your
guzzlin' forties
We're bout to rob and steal and get real fuckin' naughty
One carries a three pound the other a four fifth
Both ready to buck
you, waiting for you
With nothing on
(Rap by Chyna Whyte)
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing
on
[Rap by Chyna Whyte]
I'm hittin' you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin' bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in
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