Mood Ruff - Night.Life.Types (Odario Version) lyrics

[Odario, Spitz in background] Mood Ruff nice it up for you everytime Mood Ruff nice it up for you everytime **Background talking** [Chorus: Odario, Spitz] We are the night life types Yeah, we miving in the night time Right time, like to do it under moon light REPEAT 2X [Odario] I got two chrome techs and a microphone Bring the drama like ya poppa bring the bacon home Where the rough boys roam You know we in the scene No matter where we go we intervene We belong to the city where girls are pretty It's a pity when you slip into a pity(?) Momma always told me not to trust those types With the eight inch pumps and the skirts so tight But it's Friday night an my head ain't right But my lines are tight to deliver tonight So I watch them dance and prepare my chance I'm chilling in the club in my b-boy stance We be doing it up, we be doing it right Only thing undoing is the zipper or a bu*ton If the night amount to something, you know the story The boys think they macks, they want all the glory I like to wait for the slow jam On the waist is my left, while the right is my side hand Let it slide to the level of the bone Gripping that booty like a microphone I want to take that home Let's do the cha-cha, show seniorita my cocoratcha(sp?) Word up, we 'bout to hit it up But first the after party where we rock it up Yo, yo, we rock the spot 'til it's stopped by the cops Pull a little static and your a** will get dropped Supposed to serve and protect Worse yet, they get up on my nerves and the threaten with the nightstick That ain't right yo, I won't get romantic For a moment, the place is getting frantic Silly po-po, I call them sill nitwit Although I'm pa**ed out with the brew I got sick wit [Chorus] [Odario] Mood Ruff thing, my rap name Odario Rock my home town then back to Ontario That's where the freaks go I'm off to the peep show Heard the raio was k**ed by the video It doesn't matter yo I dominate scenarios I'm taking care of ya in each and every area We rock the North West then express to Halifax Boy you can't test, tripping on his battle axe Wish you had the stack Can't see the facts The only thing you have is a bad case of cataracts On top of that, you reminiscing over rap Rumble in my junk, biting everything you got I see the future like a new edition almanac Don't worry, make your moves, I've done made my counteracts Watch your back, sopisticated blackjack It's what I'm at, whether leisurely or combat So calm back thinking you all that and then some Write a track while you holding mine for ransom You got to chill son, try to have fun Don't worry growing up, you 'bout to catch a bad one All done, all y'all see abombinon(sp?) We never hesitate, we something like phenomenons And if you slipping, I just pickup on my bad habit 'Cause everytime I see a microphone, I grab it I grab it, I grab it {REPEAT 3X} Mood Ruff flow I grab it {REPEAT} And if you don't believe me, come see our show **overlapping repeats**