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Tonight
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tonight was released on September 13, 2005 by Rah Muzic as a part of the album Dopegame 3
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Release DateSeptember 13, 2005
LabelRah Muzic
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
S5
S5
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clipso
Clipso
Composer

Lyrics

What's up ma, what it do
It's me, Smoke the king of poke
Choke on hella rope
Grind like I was broke
While I'm yokin the ave
Chokin a bad bitch
Pokin that pad
Keepin it lab
Rollin the bat
Steady on sav mode
Just ass hoes
Slammin 'Lac doors
And rock shows
While cash flows
Now we all-pro
Used to be the star amateur
Got hoes on the camera
The power players that manage us
In the streets that's scandalous
Gotta stay on top of my game
Stockin, cockin and I lock when I aim
And Fee's the same
We ain't fuckin chippin with lames
We got our game tight
Out of state late night
Party till it's daylight
Eyes red like brake lights
Sip Heem to get right
We break bottles in bar fights
And fight the case
Mos High, double shot with no chase
Tell your friends we gon' cut tonight
Bring the rubbers we gon' crush tonight
Do the things you like
On the dance floor sweatin it out
Sippin Rémy till the club let out
Tell your friends we gon' cut tonight
Bring the rubbers we gon' crush tonight
Do the things you like
On the dance floor sweatin it out
Sippin Rémy till the club let out
I'm finna cut tonight
Your boy Fee game stay on tight
Whisper in her ear
Tell her shit that she love to hear
Be easy lil mama, the don is here
Yeah, we fall back, takin shots of 'yac
Later on put you on your back
Tell me what it do
I'm tryin to leave the club with you
You could bring your lil patna too
Off a half a pill
My pipe game strong like steel
With a little sex appeal
Tell me how it feels
When I'm up in ya
We sweatin it out
Bumpin and grindin
She bitin like Tyson
Baby girl she can take a bone
So I gave her the digits to my cellular phone
Call me when you wanna roam
You know it's on, she super thick in her thong
Tell your friends we gon' cut tonight
Bring the rubbers we gon' crush tonight
Do the things you like
On the dance floor sweatin it out
Sippin Rémy till the club let out
Tell your friends we gon' cut tonight
Bring the rubbers we gon' crush tonight
Do the things you like
On the dance floor sweatin it out
Sippin Rémy till the club let out
I'm glidin by
Ridin high
Smoke, Fee stay higher than sky
It's most high
Till the day I die
Chiefin blunts of yurp
On balefire purp
Your ho liftin up her skirt
With tool I murk
I puts in work
Keepin it G
I got racks in my pocket
I keep me a G
And bro my safety, ain't no beefin with me
I'll burn some holes through your brain like that ecstasy
And you know how Fee
Sippin on Patron
Got these hoes all in the whip
Puffin on zones
In the traffic with the windows up
Fogged up, can't see
But who gives a fuck
Bout to bust a nut
Fuckin with these sluts
And then we gon' switch em up
Tag teamin
Givin these hoes the business
My **** what is it
Fee and Smoke is the definition of pimpin
Tell your friends we gon' cut tonight
Bring the rubbers we gon' crush tonight
Do the things you like
On the dance floor sweatin it out
Sippin Rémy till the club let out
Tell your friends we gon' cut tonight
Bring the rubbers we gon' crush tonight
Do the things you like
On the dance floor sweatin it out
Sippin Rémy till the club let out
Written by: Clipso
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