Nightfall

Ya know we peepin' y'all

Slow motion style

Pacific Ocean style (Wh-what?)

I'm in a rowdy-ass club, there's hella bitches all around me

This girl walks up, she says she's glad that she found me

I told her she was trippin', 'cause the girl ain't even know me

Then she told me she want to introduce me to her homies

I said "Well, baby girl, go get your Kemosabe's –

I'll get my Likwit ****, we'll meet you in the lobby"

She walked wit' a smile I ain't seened in a while

So we mobbed through the crowd – Killer-Cal-style

Walkin' wit' a limp, 'cause see, we pimp to perfection

For us to catch a date, don't take the 'Love Connection'

Fuck Chuck Woolery

You want a date for surely, all it take is fine jewelry

A wink and a drink and what the fuck you think?

I mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink

We straight standin' in the lobby, straight face-to-face

Then she said "Cut to the chase, let's bounce to my place"

'Cause ladies, we wait for nightfall

You thinkin' that we sleepin', but we peepin' all o' y'all

Even all o' y'all up against the wall

But slow down, baby doll

You can't walk before you crawl

Still close to gettin' toasted, by the B-A-R

About to bounce wit' these bitches, 'cause they don't live far

**** all up in my grill, lookin' hella bizarre

I poured my drink on the ground for my dead homey Par (Rest in peace)

Grabbed my car keys, my doctah funktion

Burnt a little rubber, made my outroduction

Pumpkin and her friends pushed the two-door Benz

I pushed the E420, so we looked like twins

Swervin' through the night, everything is right

Swift rolled a blunt, but he can't find a light

Just when we 'bout to blaze it up and get high

I peeped the one-time out the corner of my eye

'Cause one-time, they wait for nightfall

We thinkin' that they sleepin', but they peepin' all o' y'all

Even all o' y'all up against the wall

But slow down, killer cops

You can't walk before you crawl

One-time, they wait for nightfall

We thinkin' that they sleepin', but they peepin' all o' y'all

Even all o' y'all up against the wall

But slow down, killer cops

You can't walk before you crawl

I rolled past the cops, I'm on my cell phone, blown

Doin' 60 miles-a-hour in a 35 zone

Just when I thought it was about to be on

The girl pulled into the gate of a million-dollar home

Fly landscape and cavi' decorations

The living room was bigger than the Club United Nations

Place was to the point I kicked my shoes off the secko

30 percenters – when I talked it made a echo

Rolled up the fat Perfecto

They wanna skinny dip, but I ain't wanna get wet though

So... "Let's go," that's what she told Tash

She led me to her room, lookin' like Stacey Dash

Baby got it pumpin', can't help but to feel it

Then she told me that she married to a killer drug dealer

Should I – A: stay, or B: bounce immediately?

'Cause haters, they wait for nightfall

We thinkin' that they sleepin', but they peepin' all o' y'all

Even all o' y'all up against the wall

But slow down, baby pa

You can't walk before you crawl

Can't do it

Ya can't do it

Ya can't walk before ya crawl

That's right, y'all

Slow motion style

Killer Cali on the mic

Catastrophe fuckin' it up all the way from the Bermuda Triangle

Hottest shit on the streets

1998, '99, 2000

Raise yo' glass

Raise yo' glass to Tash

Raise yo' glass

And make a toast to Tash

Now

Straigt up

Not tonight

Not tonight

We got Tash on the mic

Not tonight