Eightball & MJG - In The Middle Of The Night lyrics

[Twista] Damn what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House Y'all motherf**ers know who this is Here's some mack sh** [Twista] Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be Steady hearing women callin me Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get plus I'm from my K-Town click when a playa lay it down quick to be no tease and no lick she gon' s** the sleeve off my tip I get the right words in straight up in this till the juices diminish then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master the graphics Never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic and man a brother bad cause I status Grabbing some a**es freaking up plenty women by the ma**es can't nobody stop this madness The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit Cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick Hit the club cause rug on the loveless Ladies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist Flowing I'm as deadly as a drug risk Anyone high but k**ers high haters die from the slugness Peep this like a deep dish Takin my vision away like a eclipse I see hips My scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clips Plus I'm the one she already wanted to freak with competition betta gone head on Chicks betta gone head bone in the lac of the rear so I can have a sack and a beer Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year [Chorus: Twista] I can teach ya how to get ya game tight Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good Getting rhythm in the middle of the night Sitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke on Teach ya how to get ya game tight Light sticky flame right till it feel real good Getting rhythm in the middle of the night I'ma toke till I choke I never knew a night could last for so long I can teach ya how to get ya game tight light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good Getting rhythm in the middle of the night Sitting in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke on Teach ya how to get ya game tight Light sticky flame right till it feel real good Getting rhythm in the middle of the night I'ma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long [MJG] We be Eightball and MJG with that playa Twista from the Chi Showing love in a major way trying to make that major pay Staying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching Trying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays Thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze My fo's got love for me so real for me they'll k** for me I have tendencies to be high when I flow Pulling that dope when I hit the door Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again to a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this I really couldn't see that I don't give a dam who you be Supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do Open your mind we got something for you and you and you [Chorus] [Eightball] MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the night Not a lot of people wanna say we don't sound right but I can make a soundtrack sound tight I don't really understanda Sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulance Taking control for the big time money foll and all the women are hoe I think I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight Now baby why you still pausing when you know Tou don't smell like you been through the last of the sea plates Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight First of all I ain't buying your clothes, then doing your toes, then going to shows, No bust no more, go run boots, hoe patios and you feeling that you ready for a blackout Huh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot, where the sun don't shine one time Then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen I'm running with all this hate stopping It seems to be getting around late night Tell ya man to lock the gate tight Here I come to break the window smash that boy and get up and then go heres some leaving a trail with no clue no propane no buds and shoes and you know the rivalry man blow up skull [Chorus]