'all cats know about that? Say lady, I'm liking what I see Come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby Baby can't you see? One night is all I need We'll
middle of the night, night All the ladies looking right, right My Likwit niggaz keep it tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna fight, fight It's the middle of the night, night
be Something more than just metal Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen from my surfer dream She likes the Beach Boys
rubber contrails in the unwashed halls And all roads out of here Seem to lead right back to the Rock Island (Rock Island) I've come from here to Paris
on time, shiny toys I'm readin' people rags in the checkout lane Look, here's a hunk, here's a honey Celebrated people and their claims to fame Here
Word word word word [Nas] I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces Check out my jewelry pound in your faces Italian air forces leather
Oh yes, alright, I'll be going all night Gonna drink 'til they take me away I'm an Englishman on holiday Every year I get to do the same I meet the boys
come and go, love (Come and go, but they, but they) But they're all the same (D-da, d-da, da da, da da) Even big, bad bad-boys get scared at night It
Well it dont seem right They'll keep me poor, while I keep them rich But I got my eye on the prize Gotta get to the weekend Gotta make it to Friday night Friday night yeaah come
gotta feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night A feeling
on time Shiny toys I'm reading people rags in the checkout lane Look, here's a hunk-here's a honey Celebrated people and their claims to fame Here's
A good time here don't cost much money Just a little sweet talking and a pretty native honey And you're set for life Or one hell of a night I'm gonna
Southside stunners Boys got plex, you best to take a fucking number Might as well call the plumber, they bust they windpipes Screaming here they come
be Something more than just metal Now I'm going part time With a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen From my surfer dream She likes the beach boys
her Hey, over there, over there Ho, get over here, get over here In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans Won't your girls meet my boys,
the eyes of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night