Round Bout Midnight

'Round midnight the block right, drive around, tizzight
Ignite the flame (Flame) and put my brain in-flight
Sippin' on that get right 'cause I gotta get right
Gotta get rich but it probably won’t be tonight
My crew like to party, we don’t bother nobody
Just re-adjust the funk and get naughty
Servin' up bodies, emcees, bag a body
Bring her back to the hotel lobby where I’ll probably
Beat it up 'cause I can’t eat it up
Sip the drank in my cup, smoke the dank in my blunt
Gotta give her what she want even if it’s just for one
Night and I be on one right around midnight
You know the rapper’s delight is when I’m at her windpipe
And right after the fizzight is when the night get bright
Drove around the boule' lookin' for the hooker
'Bout to pull her if her breasts felt a little fuller
I’m 'round 'bout midnight ridin'
My name should be called, enshrined in
The hall of game, nigga, I’m always shinin'
Rap fast, slow bars, still stylin'
Trap stash, town car, seat linin'
Get paid decades, still rhymin'
Once young, never was a lame, now a wise one
Size 'em up, pile 'em up, keep risin'
We 'round 'bout midnight ridin'
When it gets this lit, can’t hide it
Huh, I told her she ain’t gotta ask me twice
I’m rollin', don’t give a fuck if it’s stolen
Make this night last forever like Keith Sweat
I want a slice of whatever you got crackin' in that Italian leather
That’s a heat check before I even adjusted my seat
You doin' donuts while the street’s wet
But I don’t trip, it’s essential
Just take off that slip differential
I see you got big potential
This lady driver’s one of my secret admirers
Elvira, she’ll put it on you, whatever you into
Blow your brains out, screamin' her name out
She’s one of my favorites
While I’m puttin' the flame across the blunt seams
It’s where I dream about miss thing
I wanna make that coochie Krispy Kreme
Make it skeet-skirt to extremes
Zero to sixty to the next light, sideways so it hurts
Beat it up 'til it burps, deep in the dirt naps
Mud flaps, feet first down there in the backwoods
Four women with the preacher’s daughter
Across the border with a creepy-crawler
I’m 'round 'bout midnight ridin'
My name should be called, enshrined in
The hall of game, nigga, I’m always shinin'
Rap fast, slow bars, still stylin'
Trap stash, town car, seat linin'
Get paid decades, still rhymin'
Once young, never was a lame, now a wise one
Size 'em up, pile 'em up, keep risin'
We 'round 'bout midnight ridin'
When it gets this lit, can’t hide it
Black the town out
Nightcrawler when it’s 'round 'bout midnight
Strike 'em like a roundhouse
Broads bad for me, but they down hard
Bougie, cash for me, trap stash, lookin' classy in a town car
And roll, niggas don’t eat escargot
Let’s light some charcoal and have a late night barbecue
Y’all know that niggas don’t smoke Marlboros
New-pimps, Camels and Kools
And now Diamond Swishers is the new Jewel
So baby, roll this blunt for me, comfortably
You havin' all these mood pieces 'cause you’re probably on your monthly
So what you want from me? I’m like the pharaoh of this country
«I know», she said, «Just wanna get inside and roll»
I said «Let's mob», I know an after-hours we can hide in
Then knowin' after hours I would slide in
The homies laugh 'cause they know where I’ve been (Aha)
Too bad, though, we never tell
So no one knows the details of how the night went
I’m 'round 'bout midnight ridin'
My name should be called, enshrined in
The hall of game, nigga, I’m always shinin'
Rap fast, slow bars, still stylin'
Trap stash, town car, seat linin'
Get paid decades, still rhymin'
Once young, never was a lame, now a wise one
Size 'em up, pile 'em up, keep risin'
We 'round 'bout midnight ridin'
When it gets this lit, can’t hide it