TruthCity - A Gooood Night lyrics

(Hook) Said we just livin' life, we don't need no sleep All we got is time, everything's on me Middle finger in the sky, yellin' f** police Wildin' till we die, throw your hands up high Said tonight gon' be a good night for me Tonight gon' be a good night for me Tonight gon' be a good night for me Tonight gon' be a gooood niiiight... (Verse 1) 7 swishas in the zippy, got all my n***as with me Bottle of Ciroc got my eyes lookin' silly Mothaf** a cop, tell them boys come and get me Cus I don't plan to stop, ooo mama please forgive me Lord knows I been, I been good for long But bein' bad feels so good, and this weed is so strong Exercise your right, it's your right to be wrong Throw it if you got it, you can't take it when you gone Ass out the window mooning everything I pa** Shouts to all the teachers man that kicked me out of cla** Said I wouldn't get through Junior High, and look at me I pa**ed Got me that diploma and used it to wipe my a** See when that bell rings and these kids go home They livin' in a world that these teachers don't know What these quizzes can't teach and what these tests don't show What these teachers can't teach we learn that on our own Chuuch! (Hook) (Verse 2) All I hear is go to school, get off your a**, get a job Turn that music down, waan waan blah blah b**h, b**h, nag, nag, damn, get off my jock f** your path, I'ma follow my heart b**h, college or prison Forced to make a decision Chose neither, me I'm a dreamer If I have a beat I'ma give ya The best of me, slang this wisdom Through every street and help lift the Community where I'm livin' f** with me, no more k**in' Let's make this night one they gon' remember I'm talkin' more graduates and less drug dealers f** what n***as think bout who you are, how you look What you wear, f** who cares, grab a blunt and a book And meet me outside of the precinct doors And tell em' free our n***as and stop kickin' down our doors We just survivin' the conditions Uncle Sam created for us Keep foreclosin' our houses we gon' keep on robbin' yours n***a! (Hook) (Verse 3) Middle finger in the sky yellin' f** your statistics Won't be a stereotype or perpetuate your image I'ma slang these CDs to your precious little children Invite em' to my shows, have em' singing every lyric And it's gon go f**, f**, f**, f**, sh** Ass, c*nt, s*ut, hoe and a bunch of other sh** f** the radio and any other censorship Or mothaf**a trynna tell us what we can and can't spit Time to exercise our power, the industry is dyin' They play the same goddamn songs five times In the same hour, damn I got it memorized Swear I hear the same sh** everytime I turn the knob Labels control the dials, sit back and think they can buy you Let you do all the work, then come in and try to sign you Sell you a million dreams, just to not do sh** Can't wait to walk inside the office and tell em' to s** my dick b**h! (Hook)