ELBRIDGE STREET 08 - Night Game LYRICS
Night Game by Twenty Elbridge
(CHORUS)
“ON, ITS TO THE GOOD CUZZ FRIENDS BE ACTIN ON SOME GOOD”
“HOE THAT’S TRYNA BRING IT TO THE DOOR,
BUT I SENSE THAT BITCH- TRYNA GET A PLAYA DOWN,
SO NOW TWENTY GOT A STRAP,
WITH A BITCH ON MY LAP”
(VERSE 1)
GAME IS JUST THE TYPE TO PLAY
ONLY WHEN YOU STRAIGHT,
OFF THE DRUGS,
OFF THE LIQUOR MANE WE GOTTA GET A LAY,
LETS HIT UP THE STREET WITH NO ONE BUT
YOUR SELF N YA GRIND
TAKE YA TIME TO BE PREPARED N MAKE YA MUTHAFUCKIN MIND,
JUST WHAT TYPE OF TRICK U WANNA GO,
PULL UP , YOUNG PLAYER,
TO INCREASE YA GAME,
SOCIAL TYPE TO USE A LITTLE LATER,
GETCHA MIND ON RIGHT,
DUSTIN OFF YA SHIRT
GETCHA PHONE
CHARGE IT UP YA BOUT TO GETCHA SELF
SOMETHING TO YA HOME,
CLEAN IT UP A BIT,
GETTIN RID OF EVERY SINGLE CHAIR,
WITH NO CIGARETTES TO SPARE U CLEAN AND SPRAY THE FUCKIN AIR,
WITH NO MENTAL BREAK,
CRUISE ON DOWN THE STREET,
AC ON,
GETCHA BUMPIN TAPE ON,
ON YA NIGHT GAME ZONE..
(CHORUS)
“HOE THAT’S TRYNA BRING IT TO THE DOOR,
BUT I SENSE THAT BITCH- TRYNA GET A PLAYA DOWN,
SO NOW TWENTY GOT A STRAP,
WITH A BITCH ON MY LAP”
“ON, ITS TO THE GOOD CUZZ FRIENDS BE ACTIN ON SOME GOOD”
“HOE THAT’S TRYNA BRING IT TO THE DOOR,
BUT I SENSE THAT BITCH- TRYNA GET A PLAYA DOWN,
SO NOW TWENTY GOT A STRAP,
WITH A BITCH ON MY LAP”
“ON, ITS TO THE GOOD CUZZ FRIENDS BE ACTIN ON SOME GOOD”
**INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS**
“HOE THAT’S TRYNA BRING IT TO THE DOOR,
BUT I SENSE THAT BITCH- TRYNA GET A PLAYA DOWN,
SO NOW TWENTY GOT A STRAP,
WITH A BITCH ON MY LAP”
“ON, ITS TO THE GOOD CUZZ FRIENDS BE ACTIN ON SOME GOOD”
(VERSE 2)
no time to play, games its time to get to hit a lick,
and before, i forget to get a bit of another tape, fuckin work, for my roadies aint gone flauge or fuckin drop,
makin records snappin now this aint no jaunt you wanna stop,
bumpin to, watchu gonna do? aint no hatred playa,
tell me who just done offended you? catch up wittem hata,
ima test bout everybody nuts mane aint no testin twen,
fuck around with me u end up guessin wrong about ya friends,
messin with you, aint gone help you out, plastic to ya mouth,
from the south, to the northside, bitch we got -clout..
