Tonite (Seasoning Salt Remix)
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Come on, let's run this shit
Check this out
We gon' get like real funky on the motherfucking remix
For all them non-believers who didn't think I could do that
You know what I'm saying?
My boy Mr. Bacon brought the motherfucking seeds, what's up
2Nd II None brought the black pepper
And AMG and Playa Hamm have approved
And we gon' kick it off a little something like this
Another day in the life of a player named Quik
I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick
And just because I drink the eight, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-ness
Now this is how we do it when we're checking a grip
Playa Hamm is in the house, so don't even trip
We're doing some funky compositions as smooth as a prism
So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm
It's Friday morning, the phone is ringing off the hook
And AMG is in the den reviewing rhymes in his notebook
Or should I say dope sack because we don't bust wack
I pick up the phone and it's the D (What's up, nigga?)
He said he's coming down at about two on the dot
So I'm about to rinse and tell while my water's still hot
And now I'm choking
A brother like the devastating DJ Quik ain't joking
Fuck with me and sucka, you'll see that you'll get broken
My name is Quik, but bitches call me Daddy
Yo, open up the door 'cause here come Freak-Man in a Caddy
Now Freaky's in the L-Dog and Shabby's in the L-Co
And everybody's sipping on a quart (Here we go)
D just came with a 40 and a quart
In addition to the three that Shabby just bought
But I don't wanna start early, so I just might
Put my 40 in the freezer 'cause I wanna get bent
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Yo, when we gon' get bent
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
That's right
And now I'm out of the tub, I'm feeling fancy free
Spray on some Serious and put on my Givenchy
Sweat suit, the gray one with the burgundy trim
And it's a medium fit, big papa, 'cause I'm nice and slim
5:30 On the clock and the sun is steadily sinking
And I'm steadily thinking about the eight that I'll be drinking
You know I ain't ashamed and you know I ain't bashful
So go on and pop the 40 so I can pour me a glassful
Hamm is in the bedroom rolling up a stencil
Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil
Freaky lit it up and hit it one, two, three
Shabby took a hit and then they passed it to me
Now I'm blunted like I never been blunted before
Getting fucked up off the eight and passing out on the floor
But I gotta stay fresh for the bitches that's coming to kick it
Then lay on my couch and let a nigga stick it
Tonight is the night and I'm looking real sporty
Proper Friday evening and I'm ready to party
Crusha came in with a handful of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps
Yo, what they hitting for? A fin or a half?
(Yo, shoot that ten, nigga) Don't make me laugh
High C won a dub and he think that shit is funny
But I'm seven and eleven and I'm taking niggas' money
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Pass me the... ha ha, you know how it goes
I got my boy real funky on the guitar
Yo, Mr. Bacon, sing it for me
I like that
That's like real nice
Ha ha, check this out
I'm giving them something else real funky to roll on
Yeah, goddamn
Wake up Saturday morning and I got a headache
I can't believe that I'm sick from
All the shit that I drank (Last night)
Soon as I felt it coming on, I should've quit
'Cause it's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above to whom thanks I'm giving
I'll never drink again if you just let me keep living
Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it
Calling L like a motherfucker gripping the toilet
I need a 7-Up because my head is spinning
Round and round, I think I better sit down
My homie Shot is alright, but I'm feeling faint
I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like Quik ain't
K is on the phone and Teddy's at the door
And some fine ass bitches coming over at four
(I thought you wasn't drinking no more) Yeah, right
Because as soon as they come, we doing the same ol' shit tonight
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Tonight, oh, oh, oh
Gonna do the same ol' shit
Ain't nothing changed but the weather
And my funky ass niggas can only get better
You know?
Yeah
Yo, KK, I think I've been here and I
Think I've proved what I had to prove
For all them niggas that didn't think I could get like real funky
So let's get me the D and the draft
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Chuck, give me some backyard booty funk