2Nite (Don’t Do It)

Lyrics

[Intro: 8Ball] Ah yeah Get down, yeah Ah yeah, uh, uh Get down, yeah, what they wanna do? Ah yeah, yeah, what they wanna do? Get down, what they wanna do? Ah yeah, let's make a jack Get down, from the back, uh [Verse 1: 8Ball] I was born in poverty, nigga runnin' with them killers Hard liquor drinkin' niggas, prostitutes and drug dealers Real hoes, money-makin' pay-the-bill hoes Suck a dick and even strap on dildos Powder bag blowin', syrup sippin', stick dippin' On my knees, shootin' dice in my mama kitchen Shiny silver packs seem to sell quicker than crack Niggas get down on that brown and don't know how to act The devil got him now and only God can bring him back Evil spirits and empty pockets make a nigga react Quick to take a nigga life before thinkin' about it Anger management controllin' it and re-route it Cinderella and that doj' got my mind cloudy Come and fire, spray the Uzi when the club crowded Outta the roof of the coupe, straight to the loot Fuck a hoop, nigga, slab riders want proof [Chorus: 8Ball] (Ah yeah) We gon' get crunk tonight (Get down) If some niggas wanted funk tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight (Get down) And make some niggas clown tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' get buck tonight (Get down) With hoes that wanna fuck tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight (Get down) Then make some hoes clown tonight [Verse 2: 8Ball] Give me a reason, niggas murder and massacre for the cheese Worthless bitches and coca leaves by the ki's On the seas, players looking for powder traces and loot Got tipped by a bird that used to fly in my coupe Still tippin' with them twinkies and I keep my four-fifth and Life-taker for them player fakers sniffin' and trippin' Real is more than just a phrase niggas use in vain People died and mothers everywhere felt the pain Hard to explain how her baby head got blowed off Parked in the red zone, and got his life towed off Throwed off, you can label me the underboss This is the only way I know to get my point across [Verse 3: Koncrete] Known to y'all as street shit, stripe's the game, twice the gain Out against the grain, hood slang, slangin' hood thangs Loadin' all that rhyme with a slanted ball cap Totin' somethin' concealed, won't be revealed Unless a nigga feels threatened about his Over the years, it's been this way Newsflash, look what they did today Crime at every which-a-way Now look again, same shit I'm seein' a different day Differential time frame where everything is everything Hella fellas on that yellow yellow hard, you know the deal Narcotics slowly kills, oh yes, it will And it is exactly like that down in that slum Where you from when the clock strikes 12, hell yeah [Chorus: 8Ball] (Ah yeah) We gon' get crunk tonight (Get down) If niggas wanted funk tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight (Get down) And make some niggas clown tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' get buck tonight (Get down) With hoes that wanna fuck tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight (Get down) Then make some hoes clown tonight [Verse 4: Koncrete] Lay it down, motherfucker, from L to the H We must abate any nigga that wanna hate These hoes want cake but we take it from 'em and break Annihilate face with big Ball, we paper chase We pull capes from Barber County to the Mound Where we shine, don't frown, blaze a ounce and give a pound Niggas drowned in this game, undertooken like old creeks Shooken in these streets, layin' deep with cold feet We hold heat, me and my creeps make niggas shiver You want beef? Shovin' a piece against a liver We head-splitters, grimey Ben Frank'-getters Ain't waiting to bust your dome, my nigga, we keep it realer [Verse 5: 8Ball] Dark streets turn to war zones, a home for death Rubbers for players, yeah, and a vest for the chest Of niggas who start mess, make 'em change they address A coward in public, behind doors, niggas wanna flex Corny ass niggas sweating hoes, thinkin' they the shit Catch 'em in the parking lot, pistol-whip them and they bitch Drunk and we don't give a fuck about no witnesses 8Ball, fat boy, you niggas know who shit this is [Chorus: 8Ball] (Ah yeah) We gon' get crunk tonight (Get down) When niggas wanted funk tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight (Get down) And make some niggas clown tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' get buck tonight (Get down) With hoes that wanna fuck tonight (Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight (Get down) And make some hoes clown tonight [Outro: 8Ball] Uh, what they wanna do? Yeah, what they wanna do? (Slab riders) Uh, what they wanna do? What they wanna do? What they wanna do? (Make a nigga feel somethin') What they wanna do? (Make a nigga feel somethin') Uh, what they wanna do? (Make a nigga kill somethin') Yeah, what they wanna do? (Make a nigga kill somethin')