Not Tonight Lyrics - Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse

Ladies and gentlemen (heyyyy! hoooo!) 

Slaughterhouse (heyyyy!) 

Woo! 

[Chorus] 

Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see 

And we got what it takes to rock the mic 

We gon' take it back to when niggaz was rockin' right 

We gon' take it back, fuck with me? not tonight 

(heyyyy!) not tonight 

(hoooo!) not tonight 

(heyyyy!) not tonight 

We gon' take it back to when niggaz was ah, ah, ah 

Nickel, uhh 

Round of applause for the dope boys 

Here's to the phenomenal quote boys 

Y'all don't understand this a phenomenal brand 

The smack goin' down like cube diamond on hand 

Haha, if that rapper alive 

He probably happy just to slap me a five 

Homie the game ain't dead, it's just a couple key athletes died 

It's why I'm rappin' like I have to revive (slaughterhouse!) 

The mix of magic and m.j. passion 

Get in the way it's gon' be tragic as M.J. passin' 

With ears like d-are, the CPR 

The game'll never breathe its last breath because we are 

The house gang, rap's holy alliance 

Why you so scurred? I'm only a giant 

I do it late night, call me Conan O'Brien 

And the nose on my gun look like Pinocchio lyin' 

Last king to Scotland sippin' good liquor 

If you're Meagan Good, I'm Forest Would-dick-'er 

Oscar winner, Oscar wiener 

If you're flow's Aquafina, I'm Katrina 

Uh, y'all say that your pockets are big 

I'd rather say that I'm 'pac mixed with big 

You're lookin' at a microphone rocker on vodka 

That's why I be walkin' awkward, ya dig? 

[Chorus] 

(Joey!) look, forever had to warm him 

Take him to the cleaners, plastic bag on him 

I ain't like y'all, I don't like y'all 

Put him in lyrical jail with suicide thoughts 

Kick the chair hang him from his mic cord 

What's the fight for? never back down 

I'm on some bullshit, quick sippin jack now 

Royce on Patron, crook got the chron' 

Guess what I'm tryna say is leave them boys alone 

How you got hope, had nothin' to prove 

And had nothin' to lose and now we got both 

Celebration bitches, now we got toast 

But with no ratchets, Joell go 'head attack it, uh 

Real nigga, rhyme spitter, hoe bagger 

Boast swagger, flow dagger, hip-hop toe-tagger 

No slacker, I could chill but I'd so rather 

Eat a nigga cause he's sweeter than a glass of Goldschlager 

Poor rappers, here on y'all won't matter 

And I'm out braggin' every interview so you mo' matter 

I'm the man in the booth 

With (a few good men), and "you can't handle the truth" (no!) 

And y'all could say I'm nice but I'm not 

I'm mean, flow coke with ice in the pot 

The fiends gon' go broke, they dyin to cop 

My team is so dope you like it or not! 

[Chorus] 

We out! 

Not tonight (heyyyy!) 

Not tonight (hoooo!) 

Not tonight (heyyyy!) 

Not.. [scratch] 

Not tonight (heyyyy!) 

Not tonight (hoooo!) 

Not tonight (heyyyy!) 

Not tonight, ohh! 

Heh heh