"Break Of Dawn" lyrics
Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn)
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
Waking up to a brand new moment
It's kind of wet out, so I put the 40 below the zone
And jump in my jeep
As I pull out the driveway and murk up the street
It feels good to have my back in my jeep
Jump and park to the front, that be making you move your rump
And now it's a Friday morn
I've been on tour so long I wanna freak till the break of dawn
As I'm cruising down the highway
A 325 pulls up and says, uh, you're going my way
Look in your rear view mirror
Better yet, look at your window
Maybe you can see things clearer
I look back and see a Lexus Coupe's
The pathfinder, a big-ass Land Cruiser
True, I'm saying ain't no way I'm gonna pull over and get my ride jacked
I ain't going out like that
And then the 325 window rolled down
With honeys in there pumping EPM deep sounds
She said, we rolling to Apollo
There's nothing but girls in my crew
If you're rolling, follow
Picked up my Motorola dial, two eight one
Yo so I can get a hold of Easy Rock
And my homies cause it's on and were rolling till the early morning
Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn)
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
I'm on one two fifth desk waitin' for the funk
That punk side of Easy Rock's trunk (Yeah)
I hear a skid then I look to the side (Yo Rob, what up?)
Now we gonna ride
It's not the cars that be always makin' a killin'
I see a group of motorcycles scoopin' up the woman
And everyday is like a black expo
Cause if you been to 25th then you already know
They got the honeys with the spandex, the doobies
Clear a patch, a box, braids, and ghetto booties
Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn)
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
The night is not over cause it just begins
Because a happy man is a man that gets skins
Cruisin' down the block, throwin' the disc
Cause my CD player gives off sounds that's crisp
I get a blink from hot beans comin' from the back
It's one of my homies pumpin', baby got back
So we hit 45th for the Willie Burgers
McDonald's is cool, but this is what I prefer
A funky, fresh, Harlem-style meal
Plus, the burgers are fat and all that
You gotta watch your step when you stalk
Because the armor all bottles all over the sidewalk
From the brothers that be cleanin' their rides
From the back to the front to the rugs inside
Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn)
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
Waking up to a brand new moment
It's kind of wet out, so I put the 40 below the zone
And jump in my jeep
As I pull out the driveway and murk up the street
It feels good to have my back in my jeep
Jump and park to the front, that be making you move your rump
And now it's a Friday morn
I've been on tour so long I wanna freak till the break of dawn
As I'm cruising down the highway
A 325 pulls up and says, uh, you're going my way
Look in your rear view mirror
Better yet, look at your window
Maybe you can see things clearer
I look back and see a Lexus Coupe's
The pathfinder, a big-ass Land Cruiser
True, I'm saying ain't no way I'm gonna pull over and get my ride jacked
I ain't going out like that
And then the 325 window rolled down
With honeys in there pumping EPM deep sounds
She said, we rolling to Apollo
There's nothing but girls in my crew
If you're rolling, follow
Picked up my Motorola dial, two eight one
Yo so I can get a hold of Easy Rock
And my homies cause it's on and were rolling till the early morning
Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn)
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
I'm on one two fifth desk waitin' for the funk
That punk side of Easy Rock's trunk (Yeah)
I hear a skid then I look to the side (Yo Rob, what up?)
Now we gonna ride
It's not the cars that be always makin' a killin'
I see a group of motorcycles scoopin' up the woman
And everyday is like a black expo
Cause if you been to 25th then you already know
They got the honeys with the spandex, the doobies
Clear a patch, a box, braids, and ghetto booties
Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn)
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
The night is not over cause it just begins
Because a happy man is a man that gets skins
Cruisin' down the block, throwin' the disc
Cause my CD player gives off sounds that's crisp
I get a blink from hot beans comin' from the back
It's one of my homies pumpin', baby got back
So we hit 45th for the Willie Burgers
McDonald's is cool, but this is what I prefer
A funky, fresh, Harlem-style meal
Plus, the burgers are fat and all that
You gotta watch your step when you stalk
Because the armor all bottles all over the sidewalk
From the brothers that be cleanin' their rides
From the back to the front to the rugs inside
Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn)
We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight)
With an uptown thang, and we're rolling
On and on, on and on, yeah
