Tray Deee - Late Night lyrics

[Snoop Dogg] **talking while singing "Late night"** Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money... I mean it's hard.. hustling late night You know (late niight) Some of these s**as out there tryna get what I got Tryna pull me down (late night) But you know.. I'm a real playa Real hustler.. real gangsta I'm bout getting this money (late night) I don't give a f** what time it is.. It can go down all night.. [Tray Deee] bu*ton up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat First step, to collect a n***a's bread and meat The squares asleep But all the hogs out on the prowl Blocks get locked down like they off a child Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white Dub sacks, the d** packed up in kilo bricks Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining 9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising Occupation gangsta committed to thug life [Kokane] On a late night.. That's the time we gone ride n***a, it's do or die Late night We ain't checking for names When the hollow points fly On a late night.. Deeper and deeper We had to get into some gangsta sh** Late night Deeper and deeper They don't know who they f**ing wit [Goldie Loc] Dead bodies with a funky smell Throw 'em in the ocean Jack the fo' up two times And young n***a, keep coastin' Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV It's k**ings after k**ings but they don't know it's me It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo? I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house? Gallop in yo sh** like the black joust To make it real simple and quick If I don't have it, I gots to take yo sh** And it's all about the fast lane, n***a When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherf**er Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas [Kokane] On a late night.. That's the time that we gone move a gang away Late night They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes On a late night.. Deeper and deeper I bang these streets for all so long Late night Deeper and deeper Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong [Fades out]