In the Late Night Hour lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube & Pharrell]
When you see me on ya block, call the police
Let them motherf*ckers know here come the beast
Oh, in the late night hour

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Straight out of Compton, a crazy motherf*cker named Ice Cube
And I'm rollin' with the motherf*ckin' Neptunes
When I'm caught off, I got a sawed-off
A midget b*tch that'll suck a n*ggas balls off
You too girl if ya f*ck with me
I'm gettin' head, gutter lane, doin' sixty
About to crash like Teddy Pendergrass
Mama said a hard head make a tender ass
To all the dogs that bark a lot
Who don't give a f*ck if it's dark or not
We'll be pimpin' in the parking lot
Motherf*ckers don't know if I can park or not
'Cause I circle like vultures, La Costa Nostra
Bumpin' all the baddest b*tches like I'm 'posed ta
What's yo' name, what's yo' number and yo' culture?
You need nuts in yo' face like a poster

[Chorus: Pusha T]
If you in a club, n*gga, this sh*t bang
If you in the streets, n*gga, this sh*t bang
If you on the block, n*gga, this sh*t bang
And if it's what ya need, boy, do ya thang
If you in a Range Rov, this sh*t bang
If you in that 600, this sh*t bang
If you on that steel horse, this sh*t bang
But if it's what ya need, boy, let it bang
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
f*ck the police comin' straight from the underground
f*ckin' pig wanna act like he like me now
In '86, same b*tch tried to lock me down
And motherf*ckers wanna ask why I'm c*cky now
To all the b*tches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes
I'm makin' three wishes, or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches, and f*ckin' they b*tches
Egomaniac, lil' homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an as*h*le and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that, and remember that
Where my motherf*ckin' n*ggas and my b*tches at?
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherf*ckin' rims on the Cadillac
On the ass attack, can you keep it tight?
And if the head right, n*gga there every night

[Chorus: Pusha T]
If you in a club, n*gga, this sh*t bang
If you in the streets, n*gga, this sh*t bang
If you on the block, n*gga, this sh*t bang
And if it's what ya need, boy, do ya thang
If you in a Range Rov, this sh*t bang
If you in that 600, this sh*t bang
If you on that steel horse, this sh*t bang
But if it's what ya need, boy, let it bang
[Bridge: Ice Cube & Pharrell]
This is for my n*ggas that's schemin' for cash
And lookin' for ass (In the late night hour)
This is for my people that's countin' they riches
And pickin' up b*tches (In the late night hour)
This is for my n*ggas that's countin' they cash
And lookin' for ass (In the late night hour)
This is for my people that's schemin' for riches
And pickin' up b*tches (In the late night hour)

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
So check it, and everybody get naked
This might be a n*gga last record
But respect it, 'cause I could do it all night, playa
I'm all fight, playa; you all spite, playa
It's all right, playa; a n*gga might care
But to catch me you gotta do a light year
Ice Cube insane in the membrane
Baby, go ahead; n*gga please do the damn thang
We gonna get you high, n*gga
Our rhymes will get you by, n*gga
Tell me if I qualify, n*gga
To bail in like SuperFly
I wanna get that, cop that, buy that, drop that
You want it too but don't know where to start at
f*ckin' with me, n*gga better bring his hard hat
n*gga where ya heart at? Leave you on the tarmac
With my top back, and my n*gga Mack
Ridin' shotgun, with the top gun
Don't catch a hot one soon as he spot one
Westside Connection is the doctrine
This ain't another club song
Or love song that y'all can f*ck on
So get the f*ck on
A n*gga rich, can't believe the bullsh*t that I'm stuck on
[Chorus: Pusha T]
If you in a club, n*gga, this sh*t bang
If you in the streets, n*gga, this sh*t bang
If you on the block, n*gga, this sh*t bang
And if it's what ya need, boy, do ya thang
If you in a Range Rov, this sh*t bang
If you in that 600, this sh*t bang
If you on that steel horse, this sh*t bang
But if it's what ya need, boy, let it bang