Come 2Nyte Lyrics
| Song | Come 2Nyte |
| Artist | DJ Quik |
| Album | Under Tha Influence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (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 NBZ, yes | |
| I'ma pass on the bud cus I'm off the Showpin | |
| Ran outta rubbers still tryin to go up in | |
| Ease up a store run, I'ma throw a ten | |
| But I aint trynna pink panty no more gin | |
| 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 ****in hairlines aint moved a bit | |
| Fly in here like flag (Yup) | |
| Jealous mutha****as wanna call me a fag (No) | |
| Shall I skeet my copy to yo woman in a latex bag? | |
| Got her washin out her panties in my Maytag (Punk) | |
| Nigga stay mad | |
| Beer 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 aint nuttin like some ****in on a solo | |
| Now what you hoes know? | |
| (Chorus: 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 aint comin broke | |
| Asian and Italian with the ****in skin tone | |
| That make you wanna bang ‘em with the Vodka Jim Bone | |
| It's been ten years, (Yup) aint 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 mutha****as that you wont 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 | |
| (Chorus: 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 feelin of tuition about tonight y'all | |
| I think it's down again cus G-one got a grin | |
| And tryin to fill me back up with Showpin | |
| 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 1 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 | |
| **** 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? | |
| (Chorus: 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 | |
| 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 HOES | |
| Black Tone, Crawf Dog and me less | |
| All the niggas that came to see anything less | |
| Than a stripper in a NBZ, yes | |
| I' ma pass on the bud cus I' m off the Showpin | |
| Ran outta rubbers still tryin to go up in | |
| Ease up a store run, I' ma throw a ten | |
| But I aint trynna pink panty no more gin | |
| 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 in hairlines aint moved a bit | |
| Fly in here like flag Yup | |
| Jealous mutha as wanna call me a fag No | |
| Shall I skeet my copy to yo woman in a latex bag? | |
| Got her washin out her panties in my Maytag Punk | |
| Nigga stay mad | |
| Beer 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 aint nuttin like some in on a solo | |
| Now what you hoes know? | |
| Chorus: 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 aint comin broke | |
| Asian and Italian with the in skin tone | |
| That make you wanna bang ' em with the Vodka Jim Bone | |
| It' s been ten years, Yup aint 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 mutha as that you wont 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 feelin of tuition about tonight y' all | |
| I think it' s down again cus Gone got a grin | |
| And tryin to fill me back up with Showpin | |
| 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 1 keep callin me to let me know how we gotta get out make it crack | |
| Black Tone, HiC, Suga Free and me | |
| Listen to the same shit and we all agree | |
| That you gotta party till we platinum | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus: 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 | |
| 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 HOES | |
| Black Tone, Crawf Dog and me less | |
| All the niggas that came to see anything less | |
| Than a stripper in a NBZ, yes | |
| I' ma pass on the bud cus I' m off the Showpin | |
| Ran outta rubbers still tryin to go up in | |
| Ease up a store run, I' ma throw a ten | |
| But I aint trynna pink panty no more gin | |
| 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 in hairlines aint moved a bit | |
| Fly in here like flag Yup | |
| Jealous mutha as wanna call me a fag No | |
| Shall I skeet my copy to yo woman in a latex bag? | |
| Got her washin out her panties in my Maytag Punk | |
| Nigga stay mad | |
| Beer 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 aint nuttin like some in on a solo | |
| Now what you hoes know? | |
| Chorus: 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 aint comin broke | |
| Asian and Italian with the in skin tone | |
| That make you wanna bang ' em with the Vodka Jim Bone | |
| It' s been ten years, Yup aint 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 mutha as that you wont 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 | |
| Chorus: 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 feelin of tuition about tonight y' all | |
| I think it' s down again cus Gone got a grin | |
| And tryin to fill me back up with Showpin | |
| 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 1 keep callin me to let me know how we gotta get out make it crack | |
| Black Tone, HiC, Suga Free and me | |
| Listen to the same shit and we all agree | |
| That you gotta party till we platinum | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus: 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 |
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