Lyrics

[Chorus] Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] And I'm off the O.E., you know me I'm in the for sure fucked up Sacramento wine in my gut Think I can feel it when in the cut' Look at these niggas around me, hatred surround me Like bees to honey, I wouldn't be thinking like this but the O.E. got me Plus I needs the money So, two slugs in the chest in front of everybody there Cans in the air, when I leave this place You're gonna act like you care 'Bout your life, disappear in the night Through thai smoke, you know that's right I decide, like George Clooney, "you need hope" Rider is soaked 'cause you're all bloody And it's all lovely, turning humans into meat and rubbish It's not thuggish, it's more like mafia lifestyle Killin', run up and grab you and stab you All up in the throat, that's all she wrote [Chorus] Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Caught smoking in the bed, fuck it, naked 'Cause under the pillow was the kill 'em up So I wadn't sweatin' it, got to stay real enough Snatch you out the bed and took you straight downstairs I got a thing and got my strap put it in the small of my back Heard y'all yelling' and fightin', shit, lemme check this clip Shit, I hope this nigga don't wanna trip, have to make this hit I mean hurt, I make it work like a Stockton Boulevard ho Take your blood for your dough, dig you a hole in your blow I was walking downstairs and that nigga had you up by the neck She was like, "you gon' help, or you punk ass bitch, you don't get no respect" I'm-a get my four-oh and I'm out the door-oh Until you tell that nigga what's up, bitch don't hit me no more-oh It could be a murder show-oh, starring me, co-starring you Don't mean to fuck it up at the end, but you die too 'Cause bad guys get away in my eyes, 'cause we always right We put 'em in baskets, I swear we had they whole fucking family cryin' (When was that?) Last night When I hit your phone I knew you was home I got mine's on last night Pull up in the Brougham, put out the chrome and went in your home last night Came in all alone, put one in your dome, in the morning you was gone, last night Flashlight, I put you in the past life [Chorus] Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night Last night, last night, last night, last night, last night [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] I touch the streets daily, for the gravy, nobody can fade me I'm a headhunter, hunter killer, bred hunter spittin' out rabies And if it wasn't for my babies I'd be crazy as fuck And I only got a couple of homies I trust, I'm all fucked up in the head Thinking about using this, and feel like I'm a dead man walking And still I can tread that thin line between dead and walking Got some shackles I'm on the back road, on the phone straight plottin' With one of the only homies I can trust, we got the chains all's in the Zip-Loc zip-up And with the blocks and ditch cops with the patterns we move Rotate like [?] and Lucy, niggas up the hills in our shoes (That's right) Put 'em in the trunk, arrive with the skunk, what did you think was all bleeding last night It was a punk nobody gon' need him, don't try, what you wanna do? [Verse 4: C.O.S.] I got the hook-up on the perfect spot to dump that body, and spot the rocks And I swear no one gon' find him down here, it's in the cuts Trust me I dumped a couple of them bodies down here Just say, it's big lake, past a small gate, you'll think no one been here for years I come prepared, remember they call me Mr. No-Prints, Mr Never-Leave-No-Clues When I do what the fuck I do's, I cover shoe prints, and any evidence of that type So that the po-po can't trace either one of us to that spot last night 'Cause last night we was at our spot making music, so fuck what they yellin' 'Cause we got this here to prove it, so meet me in a minute With that dead body so we can move it, tie it up, wrap it in plastic Weigh it down and then lose it, 'cause man there really ain't nothing to it Shit, I'm down at the docks (Nigga, which dock?) You know which ones, the older docks the ones we ditched our first guns (Oh, them docks) Yes, come on, try to hurry, 'cause time's fresh, and plus that bitch keep on calling me But I just ain't checked the messages (I'll be there)