Lyrics In the Middle of the Night - 8Ball , MJG
(Feat.
Twista)
[Twista]
Damn
What
happens
when
the
Twista
gets
high
in
the
Suave
House
Y′all
motherfuckers
know
who
this
is
Here's
some
mack
shit
[Twista]
Ooh,
I
can
feel
a
reefer
crawl
in
me
all
in
me
Swooping
through
the
hood
where
mostly
ballas
be
Steady
hearing
women
callin
me
Is
it
cause
of
the
candy
apple
red
navigator
bumping
Eightball
and
′G
Y'all
be
tripping
off
the
P's
I
can
get
plus
I′m
from
my
K-Town
click
When
a
playa
lay
it
down
quick
To
be
no
tease
and
no
lick
she
gon′
suck
the
sleeve
off
my
tip
I
get
the
right
words
in
Straight
up
in
this
till
the
juices
diminish
Then
I'm
a
menace
like
I′m
Iceberg
Slim
Lights
blur
dim
with
a
slight
curve
grin
A
fifth
of
yak
and
a
sack
a
brother
might
serve
10
Spitting
game
I
try
to
master
the
graphics
Never
plaster
on
plastic
like
psychodamagic
And
man
a
brother
bad
cause
I
status
Grabbing
some
asses
freaking
up
plenty
women
by
the
masses
Can't
nobody
stop
this
madness
The
playa
Twista
looking
great
up
in
the
Suave
House
tip
Never
catch
me
in
much
but
a
Suave
House
outfit
Cars
with
some
kick
on
the
lick
with
the
mob
looking
thick
Hit
the
club
cause
rug
on
the
loveless
Ladies
love
this
pretty
eyes
mug
with
a
thug
twist
Flowing
I′m
as
deadly
as
a
drug
risk
Anyone
high
but
killers
high
haters
die
from
the
slugness
Peep
this
like
a
deep
dish
Takin
my
vision
away
like
a
eclipse
I
see
hips
My
scripts
I
dip
game
deadly
as
3 clips
Plus
I'm
the
one
she
already
wanted
to
freak
with
Competition
betta
gone
head
on
Chicks
betta
gone
head
bone
in
the
lac
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
Light
sticky
flame
right
gotta
hit
till
it′s
feeling
real
good
Getting
rhythm
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Sitting
in
the
back
straight
up
mackin
while
I
get
my
smoke
on
Teach
ya
how
to
get
ya
game
tight
Light
sticky
flame
right
till
it
feel
real
good
Getting
rhythm
in
the
middle
of
the
night
I'ma
toke
till
I
choke
I
never
knew
a
night
could
last
for
so
long
I
can
teach
ya
how
to
get
ya
game
tight
Light
sticky
flame
right
gotta
hit
till
it's
feeling
real
good
Getting
rhythm
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Sitting
in
the
back
straight
up
macking
while
I
get
my
smoke
on
Teach
ya
how
to
get
ya
game
tight
Light
sticky
flame
right
till
it
feel
real
good
Getting
rhythm
in
the
middle
of
the
night
I′ma
toke
till
I
choke
I
never
knew
that
it
last
for
so
long
[MJG]
We
be
Eightball
and
MJG
with
that
playa
Twista
from
the
Chi
Showing
love
in
a
major
way
trying
to
make
that
major
pay
Staying
away
from
tricklites
them
dirty
freaks
that
be
reaching
Trying
to
make
me
slip
and
get
a
grip
on
the
grip
I′m
speaking
All
I
wanna
do
is
blaze
peel
the
top
and
feel
the
heat
from
the
sun
rays
Thinking
bout
the
days
when
I
used
to
walk
up
and
down
that
ghetto
maze
My
fo's
got
love
for
me
so
real
for
me
they′ll
kill
for
me
I
have
tendencies
to
be
high
when
I
flow
Pulling
that
dope
when
I
hit
the
door
Pin
roll
aka
the
fat
man
got
love
for
the
ones
who
got
love
for
me
Thug
for
me
roll
up
with
me
and
if
come
down
to
it
shed
blood
for
me
Real
to
the
end
me
and
my
pen
falling
in
love
all
over
again
To
a
remix
made
by
T-Mix
elimate
tricks
been
to
this
get
with
this
I
really
couldn'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]
[Eightball]
MJG
tell
me
something
that
you
can
feel
in
the
middle
of
the
night
Not
a
lot
of
people
wanna
say
we
don′t
sound
right
But
I
can
make
a
soundtrack
sound
tight
I
don't
really
understanda
Sipping
on
hen
coverin
hen
while
I
lay
on
my
bump
ambulance
Taking
control
for
the
big
time
money
foll
and
all
the
women
are
hoe
I
think
I
shoulda
had
an
eighth
straight
enough
so
I
can
see
straight
Now
baby
why
you
still
pausing
when
you
know
Tou
don't
smell
like
you
been
through
the
last
of
the
sea
plates
Nan
heavy
as
a
e-weight,
gotta
be
straight
First
of
all
I
ain′t
buying
your
clothes,
Then
doing
your
toes,
then
going
to
shows,
No
bust
no
more,
go
run
boots,
hoe
patios
And
you
feeling
that
you
ready
for
a
blackout
Huh
girl
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
all
this
hate
stopping
It
seems
to
be
getting
around
late
night
Tell
ya
man
to
lock
the
gate
tight
Here
I
come
to
break
the
window
smash
that
boy
And
get
up
and
then
go
heres
some
leaving
a
trail
With
no
clue
no
propane
no
buds
and
shoes
And
you
know
the
rivalry
man
blow
up
skull
[Chorus]
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