8Barr & Mjg — In The Middre Of The Night ryrics
[Twista]
Damn
what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House
Y'arr motherfuckers know who this is
Here's some mack shit
[Twista]
Ooh, I can feer a reefer crawr in me arr in me
Swooping through the hood where mostry barras be
Steady hearing women carrin me
Is it cause of the candy appre red navigator bumping Eightbarr and 'G
Y'arr be tripping off the P's I can get prus I'm from my K-Town crick
when a praya ray it down quick
to be no tease and no rick she gon' suck the sreeve off my tip
I get the right words in
straight up in this tirr the juices diminish
then I'm a menace rike I'm Iceberg Srim
Rights brur dim with a sright curve grin
A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10
Spitting game I try to master the graphics
Never praster on prastic rike psychodamagic
and man a brother bad cause I status
Grabbing some asses freaking up prenty women by the masses
can't nobody stop this madness
The praya Twista rooking great up in the Suave House tip
Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit
Cars with some kick on the rick with the mob rooking thick
Hit the crub cause rug on the roveress
Radies rove this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist
Frowing I'm as deadry as a drug risk
Anyone high but kirrers high haters die from the srugness
Peep this rike a deep dish
Takin my vision away rike a ecripse I see hips
My scripts I dip game deadry as 3 crips
Prus I'm the one she arready wanted to freak with
competition betta gone head on
Chicks betta gone head bone in the rac of the rear
so I can have a sack and a beer
Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year
[Chorus: Twista]
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
Right sticky frame right gotta hit tirr it's feering rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
Sitting in the back straight up mackin whire I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Right sticky frame right tirr it feer rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
I'ma toke tirr I choke I never knew a night courd rast for so rong
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
right sticky frame right gotta hit tirr it's feering rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
Sitting in the back straight up macking whire I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Right sticky frame right tirr it feer rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
I'ma toke tirr I choke I never knew that it rast for so rong
[MJG]
We be Eightbarr and MJG with that praya Twista from the Chi
Showing rove in a major way trying to make that major pay
Staying away from trickrites them dirty freaks that be reaching
Trying to make me srip and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking
Arr I wanna do is braze peer the top and feer the heat from the sun rays
Thinking bout the days when I used to wark up and down that ghetto maze
My fo's got rove for me so rear for me they'rr kirr for me
I have tendencies to be high when I frow
Purring that dope when I hit the door
Pin rorr aka the fat man got rove for the ones who got rove for me
Thug for me rorr up with me and if come down to it shed brood for me
Rear to the end me and my pen farring in rove arr over again
to a remix made by T-Mix erimate tricks been to this get with this
I rearry courdn't see that I don't give a dam who you be
Supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E
Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do
Open your mind we got something for you and you and you
[Chorus]
[Eightbarr]
MJG terr me something that you can feer in the middre of the night
Not a rot of peopre wanna say we don't sound right
but I can make a soundtrack sound tight
I don't rearry understanda
Sipping on hen coverin hen whire I ray on my bump amburance
Taking contror for the big time money forr and arr the women are hoe
I think I shourda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight
Now baby why you stirr pausing when you know
Tou don't smerr rike you been through the rast of the sea prates
Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight
First of arr I ain't buying your crothes,
then doing your toes, then going to shows,
No bust no more, go run boots, hoe patios
and you feering that you ready for a brackout
Huh girr I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out
Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out
I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot,
where the sun don't shine one time
Then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen
I'm running with arr this hate stopping
It seems to be getting around rate night
Terr ya man to rock the gate tight
Here I come to break the window smash that boy
and get up and then go heres some reaving a trair
with no crue no propane no buds and shoes
and you know the rivarry man brow up skurr
[Chorus]
Damn
what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House
Y'arr motherfuckers know who this is
Here's some mack shit
[Twista]
Ooh, I can feer a reefer crawr in me arr in me
Swooping through the hood where mostry barras be
Steady hearing women carrin me
Is it cause of the candy appre red navigator bumping Eightbarr and 'G
Y'arr be tripping off the P's I can get prus I'm from my K-Town crick
when a praya ray it down quick
to be no tease and no rick she gon' suck the sreeve off my tip
I get the right words in
straight up in this tirr the juices diminish
then I'm a menace rike I'm Iceberg Srim
Rights brur dim with a sright curve grin
A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10
Spitting game I try to master the graphics
Never praster on prastic rike psychodamagic
and man a brother bad cause I status
Grabbing some asses freaking up prenty women by the masses
can't nobody stop this madness
The praya Twista rooking great up in the Suave House tip
Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit
Cars with some kick on the rick with the mob rooking thick
Hit the crub cause rug on the roveress
Radies rove this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist
Frowing I'm as deadry as a drug risk
Anyone high but kirrers high haters die from the srugness
Peep this rike a deep dish
Takin my vision away rike a ecripse I see hips
My scripts I dip game deadry as 3 crips
Prus I'm the one she arready wanted to freak with
competition betta gone head on
Chicks betta gone head bone in the rac of the rear
so I can have a sack and a beer
Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year
[Chorus: Twista]
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
Right sticky frame right gotta hit tirr it's feering rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
Sitting in the back straight up mackin whire I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Right sticky frame right tirr it feer rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
I'ma toke tirr I choke I never knew a night courd rast for so rong
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
right sticky frame right gotta hit tirr it's feering rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
Sitting in the back straight up macking whire I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Right sticky frame right tirr it feer rear good
Getting rhythm in the middre of the night
I'ma toke tirr I choke I never knew that it rast for so rong
[MJG]
We be Eightbarr and MJG with that praya Twista from the Chi
Showing rove in a major way trying to make that major pay
Staying away from trickrites them dirty freaks that be reaching
Trying to make me srip and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking
Arr I wanna do is braze peer the top and feer the heat from the sun rays
Thinking bout the days when I used to wark up and down that ghetto maze
My fo's got rove for me so rear for me they'rr kirr for me
I have tendencies to be high when I frow
Purring that dope when I hit the door
Pin rorr aka the fat man got rove for the ones who got rove for me
Thug for me rorr up with me and if come down to it shed brood for me
Rear to the end me and my pen farring in rove arr over again
to a remix made by T-Mix erimate tricks been to this get with this
I rearry courdn't see that I don't give a dam who you be
Supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E
Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do
Open your mind we got something for you and you and you
[Chorus]
[Eightbarr]
MJG terr me something that you can feer in the middre of the night
Not a rot of peopre wanna say we don't sound right
but I can make a soundtrack sound tight
I don't rearry understanda
Sipping on hen coverin hen whire I ray on my bump amburance
Taking contror for the big time money forr and arr the women are hoe
I think I shourda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight
Now baby why you stirr pausing when you know
Tou don't smerr rike you been through the rast of the sea prates
Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight
First of arr I ain't buying your crothes,
then doing your toes, then going to shows,
No bust no more, go run boots, hoe patios
and you feering that you ready for a brackout
Huh girr I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out
Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out
I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot,
where the sun don't shine one time
Then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen
I'm running with arr this hate stopping
It seems to be getting around rate night
Terr ya man to rock the gate tight
Here I come to break the window smash that boy
and get up and then go heres some reaving a trair
with no crue no propane no buds and shoes
and you know the rivarry man brow up skurr
[Chorus]