Harlem Nights

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah 1998, life's great Uh TM, what up? Taylor Gang business [Verse] Gold Daytona's with the navy face Serenade your lady with the baby face Pillow talking niggas, they be spewin' hate Smoking Buddha with my shooter, doing crazy eights Last call for alcohol, got your bitch with me Harlem nights, shake the dice, watch me get jiggy Gangster attitude, I don't get friendly The plug said the price, told 'em, "Get with me" I'm just celebrating life, get my drink on Frank Lucas without the rat and the mink on All about a dollar, hope you got my mеssage Funny style nigga's nevеr be in my presence Promote myself, Don King with the palm trees Get you touched like paws, I got a long reach Shitty foreign language speakin' in these satin sheets If it ain't money what we talkin' 'bout, I barely speak Crushed ice, red-eye flights, I'm overnight All my boys from the hood, you niggas overhype Williams, ladies feel 'em because he dress nice Cocaine bright white, shades dim the light Big woods, the marshals on me like Thurgood Got some money stashed in the cut, 'case it don't go good The highest, that slick talk gon' slip by us And we ain't worried 'bout what you thinkin', your bitch eyein' [Outro] For real For every user, there is a danger of a bad trip on the drug (Yeah, yeah) Where sensory distortion becomes terrifying, and the acid head (Ah) May leap from a window or run wildly through traffic There is a steady flow in the San Fransico hospitals of young people (Back like a four and a half) Who have freaked out and been picked up by the police in a state of desperate terror (Still got more in the stash, word) Where are my parents? Do my friends know I'm here? Where am I? Where are we? Come here