2Pac - Late Night Lyrics

2Pac - Late Night Video

(DJ Quik)

 

Hey Pac, it's yo boy

Hey man so far I've been listening to your album

And I ain't heard nothing you could kick back and smoke a beady to

You know?

 

Yeah like that

Some of that mellow shit

Some of that shit that make bitches drink

Make niggaz think

And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahahah

So why don't you kick some of that shit nigga only you know how

Hahahah, feel me?

 

(Tupac)

I'm barely standing and plus my secondhand say it's midnight

Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right

Like misdemeanours is a small thing

With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang

Running through the street lights cause we like

Young nigga get your mob on show em what a G like

Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno

Niggaz popping, welcome to our casino

Cause you and me know hundred percent like a c-note

Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino

And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo

Tounge-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo

Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga touch me here, I'll get bigger

While I'm digging I'll get deep into your liver

I'm game tight love fucking bitches in the same night

My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right

The club be popping so I'm stopping at the Fat Burger

Look through the paper it's another black crack murder

The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die

You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the 'Late Night'

 

(Chorus)

 

* DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X*

 

Last night.. last night changed it all

'Pac) In the late night

Last night..

(I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself)

(Pac) In the late night

 

(Hussein Fatal)

Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped

I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp

Ain't nothing like being a thug when I can just

Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed

Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality

Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality

Get up to get down, represent the town

Last night was popping like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds

 

(Kadafi)

From booty calls to bail sheets

It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets

My intuitions and the bitches up in the late night

Probably involves me coming up with just to see another day

Might, If me who ride the bullet in these streets where a man journey

With crooked cops and a society who trying to burn me

I'm like a pit in a cage spitting my shells in a gauge

Deadly as aids niggaz getting crossed like a maze

Now picture me living my life like a king maybe one day

Chilling I'm living Monday through Sunday

Bringing the gun play for all these beefs and battles

When we collide I'm a ride on that hide like cattle

Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night

 

(Chorus)

 

(2Pac)

Money and multiple gunshots are shown large amps are blown

Niggaz in low-lows, pursuing more hoes, then go home

The life of a California star

And when you see me in the drop-top Jag how many niggaz wanna be me?

Game is automatic mandatory I sell

To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell

Cause when you gettin some riches watch for dumb bitches

They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin

It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway

Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?

Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow

My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo

Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?

Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic

I disappear whenever heated ride whenever needed

For my niggaz up in Clinton getting weeded

Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die

Supply long as you motherfuckers buy

My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and ducking

Slapping niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night

 

(Chorus)