streets are cold My blood runs hot in the night Everybody's workin' in the light of the day I know what I like Is living in the night Another night
are cold My blood runs hot in the night Everybody's workin' in the light of the day I know what I like Is living in the night Another night I spent
(Two) Now when we move, we're feelin' the vibe right Said if we move we're makin' a vibe right And if it's day, or if it is night, we're feelin' alright
it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q
quick Rip crickets in a wicket, I'm plain wicked Thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick I wreck shit on the next shit Spit it in ya ear, bit like a Q-
This is the MCI operator I have a collect call from..DREAMER Who is an inmate in a California State prison To accept charges press 5 now {beep} Your call
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q
-oh-oh (See 'em live) [Tech N9ne] Mmm Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on The night
the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights
world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights
Fed's berserk That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife Broke bread with Christ on the last night Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5
roll ya' I'ma show ya' blocked and hoed ya' rock and roll Dirty round clip, FLESH GONE DIP Shoulda turn and get you fixed the booby trapped shrimp I dropped p's and q
you might think it's play, play, play Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play But a number 5 Robot, he must work in all the night and
' the ring where Q.B. is King, what Yo for you I take a fifth to the head till I url Boomerang dunn, Q.B. bust they gun Keep them P.C. niggas on the
ballin' got cars from every company Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25 Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5
interiors, MoMos or Cameros Slim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5 (Got the kees for 11-5) Come to the B.G. I might do it for a even 5 Nigga
