Late Night (Alt. O.G Version) lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[Intro: DJ Quik]
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nuttin you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You know?

Yeah like that
Some of that mellow sh*t
Some of that sh*t that make b*tches drink
Make n*ggas think
And help you check a fat-ass bank, hahah
So why don't you kick some of that sh*t, n*gga only you know how
Hahahah, feel me?

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I'm barely standin', and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this b*tch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights, cause we like
Yo' n*gga get your mob on show 'em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
n*ggas poppin', welcome to our casino, cause you and me know
Hundred percent like a C-note
Lookin' for a b*tch that's half-black and Filipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo
Tongue-kissin' on the window of a pearl white limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your n*gga
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love f*ckin' b*tches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
You can f*ck on the first night, or try
In the late night

[Hook: Sample & 2Pac]
"Last night.. last night changed it all"
(In the late night!)
"Last night.."
"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"
(In the late night!)
"Last night.. last night changed it all"
(In the late night!)
"Last night.."
"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"
(In the late night!)

[Verse Two: AMG]
Now that my n*gga ‘Pac is out I’ma have to hit him
Swoop him up in the coupe
With the window’s tinted, wait a minute
n*gga you got the bud I got the Henney
Don’t worry about the pus*y cause there’s plenty
Now in the city of L.A
I’m the mayor to the player’s
Suede to the gators, millionaires baby no haters
Now we up in the mix
From ’91 to ’96
Stackin’ the hit’s and f*ckin' tricks
It’s a G thang, baby I’m the AM
From the Bay to L.A
This is how we play ’em
We get around, f*ckin’ hoes then we di*k ’em down
Death Row is the name, DJ Quik the sound
Ballin’ for day’s but you never catch us slipping’ n*gga
I got old and wise and now I’m gettin’ richer
Picture a n*gga in the villa gettin’ fame again
All you hoes better know what game I’m in
From L.A.X. to Laguardia, the late night partiers know
Who got the pus*y and the Indo
Me and 2Pac and Quik makin’ n*ggas sick
Hookers ridin’ the di*k
And want to join in the clique
In the late night

[Hook: Sample & AMG]
“Last night.. last night changed it all”
(Yeah b*tch in the late night!)
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a f*ck, where you gon’.. be”
(This one’s for you ‘Pac n*gga, in the late night)
“Last night.. last night changed it all”
(Uh, In the late night)
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a f*ck, where you gon’.. be”
(Ayo Quik)
(Tell ’em how it is)

[Verse 3: DJ Quik]
Now I’m kickin’ it at the top of my tree house
I’m runnin’ outta beady so I gotta get down and be out
Now on my way to the store
I see b*tches galore that say they never ever been to a studio before
Now it’s a golden opportunity for me to get tossed
I got work to be done, and b*tches to floss
She say she *Nikki with 2 K’s, i’m di*kin' with 2 balls
And all we need it Hen’ to set it off
Now gone are the days of my ways of my horny and rugged adolescent
f*ckin’ b*tches with no rubber’s today is a lesson
Now we stop to get lifestyles because of my gin
Yo, what’s ya’ flovour baby
Hope it’s nutty peppermint
f*ckin’ b*tches on a weekly basis I’m lovin’ to play
But tell me why always turns out this way?
She be alright when you meet her
Fine when you drunk and f*ckin’ and ugly as hell the next day
(What you say?)
Now, in ’96 this is how it’s goin’ down
Player’s like 2Pac and AMG up
And them hoes down
And baddies, no need to feel sorrow
Just tune in, same Bat channel tomorrow
But in the late night

[Hook: Sample & DJ Quik]
Last night.. last night changed it all”
(Yes in the late night!)
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a f*ck, where you gon’.. be”
(Don't be mad hoe, just come back in the late night )
“Last night.. last night changed it all”
(I ain't f*ckin' with you, only in the late night )
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a f*ck, where you gon’.. be”

[Verse 4: Hussein Fatal]
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nuttin like bein' a thug when I can just
Sit on the Row of Death straight knowin' that I'm blessed
Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality
Overdosin' on crime, three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town, last night
Was poppin' like like c*cked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds

[Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi]
From booty-calls to bail sheets
It ain't no tellin' if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day
Might
Be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin' to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, n*ggas gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin' the gun play for all these beefs and battles
When we collide, I'ma ride on that hide like cattle, cowards best to skedaddle
In the late night

[Hook: Sample]
"Last night.. last night changed it all"
"Last night.."
"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"
"Last night.. last night changed it all"
"Last night.."
"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"

[Verse 6: 2Pac]
Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown
n*ggas in low-lows, pursuin' mo' hoes, then go home
The life of a California star, and when you see me
In the drop-top Jag', how many n*ggas wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To live or die, I survive, but with a story to tell
Cause when you gettin' some riches, watch for dumb b*tches
They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin'
It's a mean world n*gga you strapped, must be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I disappear whenever heated, ride whenever needed
For my n*ggas up in Clinton gettin' weeded
Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you motherf*ckers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin''
Slappin' n*ggas known for tellin' b*tches f*ck-it
In the late night

[Hook: Sample & 2Pac]
"Last night.. last night changed it all"
(It's in the late night!)
"Last night.."
"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"
(In the late night!)
"Last night.. last night changed it all"
(Holla at me in the late night!)
"Last night.."
"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"

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