Arata - Nites Like This lyrics

(Murs) How do you say shut-up in japanesse (Arata) Navade (Murs) Navade, navade motherf**ers [Verse 1] Tracks like this I wish that I could do it all over But then again You always make the better call When you Sober Hung-over Thinking what the f** was gong on The show went on late And of course the sound Didn't sound sh** Like when we checked it at eight But it was all great Even though most rap crews Would have beat the sound Then ask later We the types that would kick the monoters Off stage Just cause fools be on faders You know the type of night When dont a damn thing go right And every broad your talking to Wanna be at the club on the same night Man life be f**in with a n***a I sware But askin why me Would only draw my a** crazy So I try not to go there f** it just charge it to the game Sick of n***as not trying to buy a tape Sware they're larger than the game But n***a you ain't no better Wearin that tommy hill Like it's your Muthaf**in varsity letter You ain't earned it Your momma bought it Now you trying to floss it But that can cost you your life Oh thats right You from the suburbs Only in the hood for the night What about them nights You was on your way to the spot Got lost Put up in the lot Found out the club was over(DAMN) And to top it all off Everybody in the car was still sober Man that sh** be addin up Have you in the car ride home Quiet Mad as f** Oh what about them times You took a bus to the spot Got stuck looked up And none of the homies Was inside(DAMN) So you sh** out of luck All them times You were in the middle of the floor dancing Then had to duck Because some stupid muthaf**ers Decided it was time To shoot the party up Man ya'll know whussup With all them wack nights you've had But remember it can always worse When you think it's all bad Nights like this Got me tryin to put my piss through brick walls Wish I was that b**h From out of this world Put my fingers together To make this sh** pause And freak things to go my way For once Were movin all individuals Who front like them gold caps