"The Night Is Right" lyrics
Ever since I was a young player, brought up a kind of love
Nothing can stop me from being who I really was
That's the mack daddy status of the player listed
With a poetic mind and bomb beats to make your head check
Race in the valley of the palm trees
When we can you the king and the next you to cease
And nothing funny, money, rough, rugged and rough
Here's the situation, brought up a knife, all a bow and a half
Save as cash, except the worldwide
Makes no difference when you roam, you can still find your high
Now do you realize the truth and drama?
Every two or three people is a dope fiend, mama
Like it or not, it gets down like a motherfucker
48 hours of non-stop, let the beat drop
Room full of women on McCarty and coke
And everybody tripping into chronic smoke, yeah
The night feels right , and there's a party tonight
So get on out on the streets and let's go cruising, cruising
Now don't be late, there's no need to wait
Too many people out there looking for some action
Time to hit the back streets with the top down
Plenty of time to fool around, pick up the homies and clown
Already swerving in the fast lane, buzzing up for 32
Handing for the liquor store, turn around and bust a youth
Hit the spot while the homeboys chill
Stack that skrill, lay a matter, roll up a dollar bill
Invisible feeling steady, mobbing like a villain
Platinum status sitting loud, serving over half of me
Got handed from coast to coast, down with a click
Cause we tell it like it does and the rest is full of shit
Ain't a damn thing changed, still looking for the strange
Pushing dope with the back, don't fuck that minimum wage
Day of the day, just another day to play
Hit the jay, then hit the corner, time to see what's on Broadway
Gotta get busy living, Cali love is what I'm giving
Steady dipping through my city cause the 805 is hitting
(What's that?)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ain't it to win it, I take it all and leave them broke
I'mma suck up all this game and then I'm aiming for the throat
By popular demand, CLS is back, we're ripping up shit
That's all I know, so let me flow and represent the click
West Coast status, be the baddest, have to prove in fact
And other gangs are joining, other Benjamin are stacked
You'll never break or separate the greatest to the grab the mic
Serving all your sectors on the spot, trying to take me life
Only flex in the world, but you freaks come out at night
Gotta ride in some gas, you can pick, this is right
Hot nights, bright lights, and a shitload of drama
Banging ass beats, drunk tequila and vodka
Hotel California, about two blocks down
It's the one that's bumping shit with all the hundreds around
Always looking for the love that only comes on tonight
Don't you love California when the night's just right?
2x
Nothing can stop me from being who I really was
That's the mack daddy status of the player listed
With a poetic mind and bomb beats to make your head check
Race in the valley of the palm trees
When we can you the king and the next you to cease
And nothing funny, money, rough, rugged and rough
Here's the situation, brought up a knife, all a bow and a half
Save as cash, except the worldwide
Makes no difference when you roam, you can still find your high
Now do you realize the truth and drama?
Every two or three people is a dope fiend, mama
Like it or not, it gets down like a motherfucker
48 hours of non-stop, let the beat drop
Room full of women on McCarty and coke
And everybody tripping into chronic smoke, yeah
The night feels right , and there's a party tonight
So get on out on the streets and let's go cruising, cruising
Now don't be late, there's no need to wait
Too many people out there looking for some action
Time to hit the back streets with the top down
Plenty of time to fool around, pick up the homies and clown
Already swerving in the fast lane, buzzing up for 32
Handing for the liquor store, turn around and bust a youth
Hit the spot while the homeboys chill
Stack that skrill, lay a matter, roll up a dollar bill
Invisible feeling steady, mobbing like a villain
Platinum status sitting loud, serving over half of me
Got handed from coast to coast, down with a click
Cause we tell it like it does and the rest is full of shit
Ain't a damn thing changed, still looking for the strange
Pushing dope with the back, don't fuck that minimum wage
Day of the day, just another day to play
Hit the jay, then hit the corner, time to see what's on Broadway
Gotta get busy living, Cali love is what I'm giving
Steady dipping through my city cause the 805 is hitting
(What's that?)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ain't it to win it, I take it all and leave them broke
I'mma suck up all this game and then I'm aiming for the throat
By popular demand, CLS is back, we're ripping up shit
That's all I know, so let me flow and represent the click
West Coast status, be the baddest, have to prove in fact
And other gangs are joining, other Benjamin are stacked
You'll never break or separate the greatest to the grab the mic
Serving all your sectors on the spot, trying to take me life
Only flex in the world, but you freaks come out at night
Gotta ride in some gas, you can pick, this is right
Hot nights, bright lights, and a shitload of drama
Banging ass beats, drunk tequila and vodka
Hotel California, about two blocks down
It's the one that's bumping shit with all the hundreds around
Always looking for the love that only comes on tonight
Don't you love California when the night's just right?
2x
