In The Middle Of The Night lyrics

f/ Twista



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(Twista)

Damn

what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House

Y`all motherfuckers know who this is

Here`s some mack shit



(Twista)

Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me

Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be

Steady hearing women callin me

Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and `G

Y`all be tripping off the P`s I can get plus I`m from my K-Town click

when a playa lay it down quick

to be no tease and no lick she gon` suck the sleeve off my tip

I get the right words in

straight up in this till the juices diminish

then I`m a menace like I`m Iceberg Slim

Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin

A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10

Spitting game I try to master the graphics

Never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic

and man a brother bad cause I status

Grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses

can`t nobody stop this madness

The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip

Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit

Cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick

Hit the club cause rug on the loveless

Ladies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist

Flowing I`m as deadly as a drug risk

Anyone high but killers high haters die from the slugness

Peep this like a deep dish

Takin my vision away like a eclipse I see hips

My scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clips

Plus I`m the one she already wanted to freak with

competition betta gone head on

Chicks betta gone head bone in the lac of the rear

so I can have a sack and a beer

Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year



(Chorus: Twista)

I can teach ya how to get ya game tight

Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it`s feeling real good

Getting rhythm in the middle of the night

Sitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke on

Teach ya how to get ya game tight

Light sticky flame right till it feel real good

Getting rhythm in the middle of the night

I`ma toke till I choke I never knew a night could last for so long

I can teach ya how to get ya game tight

light sticky flame right gotta hit till it`s feeling real good

Getting rhythm in the middle of the night

Sitting in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke on

Teach ya how to get ya game tight

Light sticky flame right till it feel real good

Getting rhythm in the middle of the night

I`ma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long



(MJG)

We be Eightball and MJG with that playa Twista from the Chi

Showing love in a major way trying to make that major pay

Staying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching

Trying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I`m speaking

All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays

Thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze

My fo`s got love for me so real for me they`ll kill for me

I have tendencies to be high when I flow

Pulling that dope when I hit the door

Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me

Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me

Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again

to a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this

I really couldn`t see that I don`t give a dam who you be

Supposed to be can`t nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E

Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do

Open your mind we got something for you and you and you



(Chorus)



(Eightball)

MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the night

Not a lot of people wanna say we don`t sound right

but I can make a soundtrack sound tight

I don`t really understanda

Sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulance

Taking control for the big time money foll and all the women are hoe

I think I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight

Now baby why you still pausing when you know

Tou don`t smell like you been through the last of the sea plates

Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight

First of all I ain`t buying your clothes,

then doing your toes, then going to shows,

No bust no more, go run boots, hoe patios

and you feeling that you ready for a blackout

Huh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain`t each spit the mack out

Now you ain`t even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out

I`m a thug shout, where my pimping spot,

where the sun don`t shine one time

Then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen

I`m running with all this hate stopping

It seems to be getting around late night

Tell ya man to lock the gate tight

Here I come to break the window smash that boy

and get up and then go heres some leaving a trail

with no clue no propane no buds and shoes

and you know the rivalry man blow up skull



(Chorus)