That Yung Chase - Tonight's Da Night lyrics

[Verse 1] Mic Check I can kick flows far from basic, creative To police I'm evasive, abrasive Generic MC's ain't tryna hear 'em I tear 'em up Like p**y lips when I f** I'm shooting sh** up, so duck [Interlude] [Big O] Yo, n***a Chase, what the f** is up with this sh** man? Kick some real sh**, son [That Yung Chase] Aight, King [Verse 2] Double S be the crew My n***a Damz got the tool And I ain't talking construction Reconstruct your face, if you actin' the fool The old school baggity back Thinkin' you bad word? f** that you'll get jacked son, Micheal Kyle bet yo wife and kids lovin' my style Don't think its all smiles Cause I'ma peace loving fool Don't mean I can't get straps on like dykes do Abuse mics and MC's like you I'm ill, what I write aimed at chu Don't claim you rap if you on that future sh** It's the past I spit Real Hip Hop, you can't represent this SSB representatives Straight out the L-Cap We smoke L's and spit crack From a place where gats aimed at backs And brothers getting dropped in a domino effect Wriggedy wreck MC's Das Efx's Smooth funk I inject and protect Never claimed to be a gangster Or a big rap star Cause I know better But I can still spit real A language you can't learn from Rosetta It was written in Stone Dog she wanna bone b**h eye a brother I no phone Burn thes MC's, first name Mac These "rappers" wiggity whack 96' it don't stop, R.I.P to the Mac's Keep a Glock, they shook Every time we Mobb Deep, they scared to look Rhymes deep it's hard to under-look a brother like me Too heavy to be taken lightly It's likely, I devour MC's by the hour Spit sweet so they lookin' sour Cower, in the presence of danger, they waiver Hair nappy, I'm happy Lookin' like dreads, but Steelo never crappy Keep it on the D-Lo I'm packin', wrappin' rappers up like a blunt To be blunt Yo Jackie Chan fam, all you do is stunt Why front? I got methods to turn man red (Man) You could end up dead If you disrespect blam By your neck you'll hang Ain't even grown yet she calling me the man She call me to slam Dunk in that p**y like Shaq Break her back against the board Towards my goals I get closer Can't afford to lose my composure In these streets, not looking to meet defeat I feast on beats Hand me the keys let's ride, let my rhymes drive Smooth, call me "Old School", tonight's da night Tonight no fights I'm with my n***as My n***as, so it's alright Uh, yeah, so it's all right [Sample: "All Night"]