In The Middle Of The Night Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

[Twista] 

Damn 

what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House 

Y'all motherfuckers know who this is 

Here's some mack shit 

[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' suck 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 asses freaking up plenty women by the masses 

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 killers 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 kill 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]