Tonite
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Lyrics for Tonite by DJ Quik
Songwriters: Durham, Norman Anthony; Clarke, Willie; Wright, Betty; Blake, David Marvin
He said he's comin' down at about two on the dot
(Hey, somebody get that nigga a Genuine Draft)
Tonite's the nite, tonite
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps
Tonite
Tonite is the nite, tonite
And now I'm soakin', a brother like the devestatin' DJ Quik ain't jokin'
'Round and 'round I think I better sit down
(Yeah, watch me fuck the hoe)
(Yo, I'm unfadable)
Tonite is the nite
(Yeah)
Sweat suit, the gray one with the burgundy trim
Tonite
Because as soon as they come, we doin' the same ol' shit tonite
We're bustin' funky compositions as smooth as a prism
(And on that motherfuckin' note, I'm outta here)
(How you livin'?)
D just came with a forty and a quart
(Yo, what they in fo')
In addition to the three that Greedy just brought
(What's up Pete and Greg)
Tonite's the nite
Freakie lit it up and hit it one two three
Tonite
(Yo, when we gon' get bent)
But I don't wanna start early, so I just might
So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot
Proper Friday evening and I'm ready to party
Tonite
Yo, open up the door, they think I'm Freak Man in a Caddy
Tonite's the nite, tonite
Tonite
We out, fuck peace nigga, give me another brew
Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil
Tonite is the nite
Tonite
So go on and pop the forty so I can pour me a glassful
Spray on some serious and put on my Girbaud jeans
Soon as I felt it comin' on
And everybody's sippin' on a quart
Ahh yeah
Tonite is the nite
I need a 7-Up, because my head is spinnin'
Tonite is the nite, tonite
Tonite's the nite, tonite
Tonite
Tonite
I pick up the phone and it's the D
Don't make me laugh
I'm chillin' like a villain, here I come and that's how I'm livin'
I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit
But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin' niggaz money tonite
Yo, I can feel my senses get numb
Tonite
Hi-C want a dove and he think that shit is funny
Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it
Put my forty in the freezer 'cuz I wanna get bent tonite
Crusher came in with a handful of snaps
Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack
Tonite
K is on the phone, and Teddy's at the door
Tonite is the nite, tonite
(Here we go)
And AMG is puttin' down girl rhymes in his notebook
(Ahh, let's break it down, so I can get funky)
Tonite is the nite, tonite
Fuck with me on DSP and you'll get broken
(Whassup nigga?)
Tonite is the nite and I'm lookin' real sporty
(Man, I don't wanna fade that 8 Ball no mo)
Tonite
(I thought you ain't drinkin' no more)
Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me, it's the bomb
(Fuck that, pass me that pina colada)
Tonite
Tonite's the nite, tonite
(Yo, shoot that ten nigga)
I'll never drink again if you just let me live
(That shit be fuckin' a nigga up)
Yeah right
It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin' off the hook
(Yeah)
Tonite
Givin' 'em somethin' they can roll on, hold on
So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm
(Aww, yeah)
And just because I drink the 8, they say that I'm hopeless
Ham is in the bedroom rollin' up a stencil
(See-ya)
Tonite's the nite, tonite
To the man up above, the whole thanks I give
And it's a medium, fit me proper 'cuz I'm nice and slim
Tonite's the nite, tonite
I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like Quik ain't
Tonite is the nite, tonite
Wake up Saturday morning and I got a headache
(Passin' naturals on motherfuckers)
Tonite's the nite
Some fine ass bitches comin' over at four
My name is Quik, but you can call me Daddy
Now this is how we do it when we checkin' a grip
And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy freak
I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick
A fin or a half
Call it Earl like a mother while I'm grippin' the toilet
(Ahh, yeah, nothin' but a party and I'm kickin' it)
And I am steadily thinkin' about the 8 that I'll be drinkin'
My homey Shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint
Now Freaky's in an El doggin' shabbies in at Alco
Tonite
(Yeah)
I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank last nite
Teddy Bear's in the house, so don't even trip
(Straight gettin' fucked up, hey)
Yo, fuck the forty ounce, I need some rum
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the locust
You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful
Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin'


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