South Park Mexican - Night Shift lyrics

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican] Now spread the word I got them bricks on the dead end streets And watch them jump out boys, cause they rollin' ten deep Creepy crawlin' the night Y'all know the deal On the motherf**in' hill We all strapped to k** Chill, hittin' licks, in the wind that never ceases Gettin' mad cause they askin' me for three dollar pieces How the f** I s'pposed to come up Off a sheist move Run up on a twenty and come get your a** an ice cube It ain't nothin', why you bumpin' in your Cutla** Just understand the roughness, never cut For the cutless Cause it's do or die, you ask, who am I That mama heartbreaker ever since junior high In the eye of the public, the brown be the suspect So the streets taught me to be loveless Causin' raucous in a dope fiend's bucket My two favorite subjects was "duck FEDs" and "f** it" Chorus: South Park Mexican The night shift Young hustlers workin' grave yards The night shift Street soldiers workin' grave yards My nine be, beside me Tonight, we work the night shift My nine be, beside me Tonight, we work the night shift [Verse 2: Pimpstress] It's your midnight mistress Player named Pimpstress I keep it crunk Handle up On my business Queen of your clique Fiend for my sh** I'm s**ed and corrupt Sixteen in my clip Puffin' black, and mobs, you can't cramp my style Player-hatin' b**hes make me crack a smile Tonight We whooride in the moonlight My Freddy Ruger sounds like the fourth of July Fools die f**in' with my feria Daddy steaks Wanna marry ya, then bury ya Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine The three devils brought us deep in the dope game So strange True G's won't change Close range Left your boys with no brains Street zombies, takin' out posses Dangerous hobbies Just call me Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] Alone in my home co*k my gats I'm known for my dope, so I watch for jacks Kicked the burglar Come on in Bring all your men, let the games begin Pumpin' em in a G manner, hot shots, comin' out my banana Got plans like Santa Anna and balls like Tony Montana Trick or treat, smell my heat Hear my motherf**in' drum beat Don't believe the tales from my hood, come see It ain't a joke, you can smoke, this Wonderland I kicks this sh** so you motherf**ers understand I pop mine With a Glock nine Blow that head off a motherf**in' stop sign Be the one, never You come, I come better Bring your umbrella I bring the rough weather One treasure, one pleasure Choppin' up chedder Ya whole crew get done by one fella Repeat Chorus