Late Nite lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Intro: Wc & Daz]
Daz: Sup Dub?
WC: Sup Daz? You know what we are right?
Daz: Real G sh*t you know what I'm saying?
WC: God damn right. Still. What we call it n*gga?
Daz: Westcoast! All day n*gga. Yeah. C'mon!

[Hook]
(Still)
[Eazy-E] Poppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right
[2Pac] Rolling in my 500 Benz
[Dr. Dre] In the home of drivebys and ak-matics

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
I rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya
Built off the anger
Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings
Drug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans
But allusion n*ggas losin', that's how it goes down
Conclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha)
Homie don't play that, from then and down now, n*gga OG playback (OG n*gga!)
Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive
Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?)
Weed in the air, dubs up, n*gga burn the rubber
Life ain't fair but take that motherf*ckers
Show them how to come and go then run up they can die slow
Hold court in the street, n*gga f*ck the po-po
(?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change
Worldwide, n*ggas dyin' for the same old thangs

[Hook](2x)

[Verse 2: WC]
The S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L
Got me turnt on, a n*gga, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell
From the way I bail
I'm from the capital L
A, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell
I try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?)
From back then when them busters threw led on my car
So I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets
Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets
Never put your trust in
The cemetery is full of n*ggas who thought that b*tch was they best friend
But not me, n*ggas told me, I bang on my loney
Keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie
And all day and late night the bud get lit
And even though its f*cked up, n*gga I love the sh*t
It ain't a shame, it's the real n*gga
f*ck what's right
From my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight
[Hook](2x)

[Verse 3: WC]
Roll the ammo
Good with handles
Pack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble
California, better keep ya pistol on ya
Cuz every n*gga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner
Let the bullets lash out (uh)
Pull the rags on em
Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the glasshouse
And pay homage when you see them fingers swaging
Ain't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming

[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
We the west coaster
Double barrels in the holster
Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so
Blow the roof down
Shut it down so quick
By the end of the night, we gone f*ck your b*tch (beotch)
Said sh*t that should've come from free dues, get paid
Ain't afraid, point-blank sh*t get fade
Made an example what n*gga, how you down with
West coast mentality is what its killed with
[Hook](2x)

[Outro]
Daz: Yeah, west coast gangsta sh*t, Dub
WC: Nothin' less, n*gga
Daz: Yeah, uh
WC: ha ha ha, can't f*ck wit' this
Daz: b*tch!
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