Text písně Late Night

[DJ Quik] 

Hey Pac, it's yo boy 
Hey man so far I've been listening to your album 
and I ain't heard nothin' 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? 


I'm barely standin 
And plus my secondhand say it's midnight 
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right 
Like misdemeanors is a small thang 
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang 
Runnin through the street lights 
Cause we like, young nigga 
Get your mobb on show em what a G like 
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno 
Niggaz poppin, 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-kissin 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 diggin 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 poppin so I'm stoppin 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 


* 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 


Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped 
I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp 
Ain't nothin' 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 poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds 


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 ambitions up in the late night 
Probably involves me comin up with just to see another day 
Might be me who bites the bullet 
In these streets where a man journey 
With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me 
I'm like a pit in a cage 
Spittin my shells in a gauge 
Deadly as aids 
Niggaz gettin crossed like a maze 
Now picture me livin my life like a king 
Maybe one day 
Until then I'm living Monday through Sunday 
Bringing the gunplay 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 



Money and multiple gunshots are shown 
Large amps are blown 
Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' 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 gettin 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 duckin 
Slappin niggaz known for telling bitches fuck-it in the late night