Midnight

What's up, Iceberg

Yo baby, what's happenin', Randy Mack, how you doing, man?

Oh man, I'm just loungin', man

I'm trippin' off you bustin' this dope album and shit, man

You like how it's goin' down, man?

I like the way this shit is goin' down, but check this out, G

You gotta kick some of that old rough, six in the mornin' type shit

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, back to the OG, you know what I'm sayin'?

Well, let me tell you what you gon' need, homie

You gon' need a crazy, stupid, fly, slammin' beat

Oh yo, I got that, homes

Well check this out, what about some of them old criminal gangsta

Old school stories?

Man, you know I got millions of them, homeboy

Yeah, okay

But I don't wanna call it six in the mornin', man

What you gon' call it, homie?

Midnight chillin' at AM/PM

Coolin' drinkin' apple juice

In Evil's BM

The sounds up loud

To attract attention

Armor All-ed tired

On a lowered suspension

The nardi to steer with

Alpine deck was glowin'

Bumpin' Big Daddy

The **** was definitely flowin'

I was ridin' shotgun

Donald and Hen in back

Look through the tint, recognized a jack

Two brothers strolled up

Talkin' 'bout, get out

Donald D blazed

Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth

Why would they step

When they know we're strapped?

I never cruise L.A.

Without a gat in my lap

The other fool shot

Caught the E in the shoulder blade

I busted through the car door

That's where the **** laid

Hen jumped out

Dropped two nines in his forehead

Evil was bleedin' bad

The car seats were turnin' red

Looked to my left

There were two more carloads

**** in hats and hoods

In an attack mode

And they hadn't yet begun to fight

E hit the gas

It was one past midnight

Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

Take you on a walk through Hell

South Central

Yo E, drive, drive man, drive man

Fuck it, just get the fuck outta here, man

Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

We bolt down Vernon

Right on Normandie

Left on Florence

Jettin' through the ETG's

Spun out on Vermont

Made a left on Colden

Right on Hoover

E, where we goin?

He didn't even answer that

Checked the rear view

They were still out back

Where were these brothers from?

What made these brothers come?

Bang! Our back window

Was removed by a shotgun

Now Hen G was shot

Don caught a ricochet

These motherfuckers was ill

They didn't come to play

Bust the right turn, parked

And then we got left

Hid in the bushes

Shot the gas tank to fake death

But would this really

Keep them psyched?

Three of us bleedin'

It was ten past midnight

Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

Midnight, time for a homicide

South Central

Come on man, y'all bleedin' bad, man

You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here

Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

I really didn't like

How this shit was goin' down

Wrong night, wrong time

Wrong fuckin' part of town

Ya see we was deep

In the Hoover's hood

Three **** bleedin'

That shit don't look good

See over there, red don't go

Some places red's all they know

But not our luck

Tonight we was real fucked

Broke down an alley

And we instantly had to duck

Fuckin' police on a gang sweep

No time to deal with one time

So we had to creep

Broke through a backyard

Ran through a vacant lot

E, Hen and Don kept up

To be some **** shot

Shit was gettin' crazy

So I had to get busy

Hen was bleedin' worse

And Evil was gettin' dizzy

Looked in a parking lot

I need a snatch bar

Had to hot wire

So I moved on an old car

It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do

Started it up

And scooped my whole crew

Two blocks later

We saw fuckin' blue lights

The pigs were behind us

It was half past midnight

Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

Take me on a walk through Hell

South Central

Y'all just lay down on the floor of this car, man, fuck the police

Man, I'ma handle this

Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

When they pulled us over

Shit got worse

I waited till they got out

And then I hit reverse

Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall

Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty, y'all

Don't know how

But somehow we got away

Lost the jackers, the cops

Dumped the GTA

Made it back to the hood

Fixed the crew up

And even though Evil's car blew up

We made it home and then I crashed out

Thinkin' about my all-night death bout

Then somethin' woke me up

From my dark sleep

The sound of fuckin' police

When they're tryna creep

Broke through my door

With no goddamn warning

Looked at my watch

It was six in the mornin'