Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Keyboards
Stan Jones
Stan Jones
Bass Guitar
Betty Wright
Betty Wright
Sampled Artist
Esther Williams
Esther Williams
Sampled Artist
Kleeer
Kleeer
Sampled Artist
The Real Richie Rich
The Real Richie Rich
Synthesizer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Producer
Courtney Branch
Courtney Branch
Mixing Engineer
Tracy Kendrick
Tracy Kendrick
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Here we go (Here we go)
[Verse 1]
Yo, a day in the life of a player named Quik
I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick
And just because I drink the eight, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc-ness
Now this is how we do it when we checkin' a grip
Teddy Bear's in the house, so don't even trip
We're bustin' funky compositions as smooth as a prism
So check it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm
It's Friday mornin', the phone is ringin' off the hook
And AMG is in the den reviewin' rhymes in his notebook
Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack
I pick up the phone and it's the G (Whats up ****?)
He said he's comin' down at about two on the dot
So I'm about to rush the tub while my water's still hot
And now I'm soakin'
A brother like the devastatin' DJ Quik ain't jokin'
Fuck with me on DSP and you'll get broken
My name is Quik, but you can call me daddy (Daddy)
Yo, open up the door, 'cause here come Freak-man in a Caddy
Now Freaky's in the El-Dog and Shabby's in the El-Co
And everybody's sippin' on a quart (Here we go!)
D just came with a forty and a quart
In addition to the three that Greedy just bought
But I don't want to start early, so I just might
Put my forty in the freezer, 'cause I want to get bent
[Chorus]
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Yeah
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Yo, when we gon' get bent?
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Aw yeah
[Verse 2]
And now I'm out of the tub, I'm feelin' fancy free
Spray on some Xeryus and put on my Givenchy
Sweatsuit, the gray one with the burgundy trim
And it's a medium, fit me proper 'cause I'm nice and slim
Five thirty on the clock and the sun is steadily sinkin'
And I am steadily thinkin' about the eight that I'll be drinkin'
You know I ain't ashamed and you I ain't bashful
So go on and pop the forty, so I can pour me a glass full
Hamm is in the bedroom rollin' up a stencil
Fatter than a pinky and the length of a pencil
Freaky lit it up and hit it one, two, three
Shabby took a hit and then they pass it to me
It's the bomb
Yo, I can feel my senses (Get numb)
Yo, fuck the forty ounce (I need some rum)
I'm chillin' like a villain (Here I come)
And thats how I'm livin'
Tonite is the night and I'm lookin' real sporty
Proper Friday evenin' and I'm ready to party
Crusher came in with a hand full of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps
Yo, what they in fo'?
A fin or a half
Yo, shoot that ten ****
Don't make me laugh
Hi-C won a dub and he think that shit is funny
But I'm seven and eleven and I'm takin' **** money
[Chorus]
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Yeah, watch me bust a hoe
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Passin' naturals on motherfuckers
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Yo, I'm unfadeable
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Ah, let's break it down, so I can get funky
Tonite
[Bridge]
Tonite
Aw yeah
Givin' them somethin' they can roll on, hold on
[Verse 3]
I wake up Saturday mornin' and I got a headache
I can't believe that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank (Last night)
Soon as I felt it comin' on I should've quit
It's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above to whom thanks I give
I'll never drink again if you just let me live
Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn't call it
Callin' Earl like a mother while I'm grippin' the toilet
I need a Seven Up, because my head is spinnin'
'Round and 'round, I think I better sit down
My homie Shot is alright, but I'm feelin' faint
I guess he's used to it, but a **** like Quik ain't
K is on the phone, and Teddy's at the door
And some fine ass bitches comin' over at four
I thought you weren't drinkin' no more
Yeah, right
Because as soon as they come we doin' the same old shit tonite
[Chorus]
Tonite is the night
Yeah
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Straight gettin' fucked up, aye
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
[Outro]
Fuck that pass me that piña colada, man, I don't wanna fade that eight ball no more
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
That shit be fucking a **** up
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Aw yeah, it's nothin' but a party and I'm kickin' it
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
What's up Greedy Greg? How you livin'?
Aye, somebody give that **** a Genuine Draft
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
Yeah
Tonite (Tonite is the night)
And on that motherfuckin' note, I'm outta here, see ya
Tonite
Tonite
Tonite
Tonite, tonite
Tonite
Tonite
Tonite
Tonite
T-t-t-tonite
Tonite
Tonite
We out (Well, what about peace?)
Fuck peace, ****, give me another brew
Written by: Betty Wright, D. Blake, Norman Anthony Durham, Willie James Clarke
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