"Good Night" lyrics

I mix it with a bit of baking soda
In this crack sack in the back pack before I make 'em older
I put 'em in the game, nigga I'm a franchise player
Put it in his brain, nigga, then his aunt died later
Rolled in there quiet, I hold heavy metal where you can fry quick
Like Sizzlean, all I wanna know is is he clean?
If it's not, it's right off the levee, smash off in a Chevy
If it's hot, smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty
In his brains and his guts in his backseat, lookin like spaghetti in the pot
Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot
From long distance for instance break out like Eddie Brock
Before I'm leavin, I'm leavin you bleedin on yo block

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know
It's all ready, better get used to it

I do hose, so if you see me on the streets and you got beef
Believe me nigga I do blow hella niggas brains out
Fuckin with mine, 'cause what I do got
I got it while I was stuck on the grind carryin' two Glocks
Gettin off these rocks, gettin my rocks off
Fuckin slut bitches with nines until it pops off
Fuckin stuff dicks in ya mind, fuckin ya block off, nigga
Fuck you faggots, you niggas talk soft

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready better get used to it

I'll put ya brains in a trash compactor, I'm smashin backwards
And blastin at ya spot with the Mac and
I gets to crackin like a bad head gasket
I'll take ya nuts to ya mamma in a basket
I don't give a fuck, touch 'em up quicker than Earl Scheib
Dip on that ass in the pearl white and then good night
Don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
But I don't sweat it though
I'm a block nigga like C-Bo, make ya bleed slow
Jumpin over you niggas like I was Evel Knievel
When I hit that right strapped up, you G niggas better back up, pack up
'Cause bodies 'bout to stack up, when the Maserati wearin black stuff
And I'm back in the cut, fuckin it up, you young niggas better wait yours
I'm a sicko psycho run in the house get so psycho blood type-O
Dancin with the devil with my hands on heavy metal, oh
On every level go, when I put the pedal to the floor
It's good night

Some say I'm sicker than syphilis nigga get the picture?
I'll rip ya spleen out and cook it and go have dinner with ya
I'm sick in the head like Charles Michael, it'll take snick to get ya
To paint different pictures if it's in the way hit ya with the sickness
Get this nigga, I'mma keep it gangster
See you in the club and run up on ya ass then bank ya
Ain't the, nigga to be fuckin with when I got revenue
If anybody got niggas that'll roll by and pop you, nigga, Kevin do
I gots to keep it that way, carry the outlaw like, 'Who is you?'
I'm in grey and blue like I'm a Dallas Cowboy
24 on my jersey, hit 'em up by the 0-30
In the morning catch 'em stretchin and yawnin and stretch 'em out out on the lawn, it was so dirty, I put 'em in trash bags
And put 'em in the backyard like I was livin in Baghdad
I be givin niggas their hat back, and their heart in my backpack
And their guts and their nuts and their intestines up in the Cadillac
Good night, don't even fight, I spit that black flag
Niggas got it mixed up like baking soda in a crack sack
Gotta get ya back cracked open, I'm a Southside strangler
Creepin up in all black like Oakland, I'mma be there bangin' ya

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready, better get used to it

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready, better get used to it

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready, better get used to it

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready, better get used to it

Westside in the house nigga