Lyrics Through the Night - Smoove' L

What you doing, I'm looking at the stars
You see that, uh It's nighttime now
(Yeah, yeah,yeah)

(Yeah Yeah)
Moving right, If you don't you get end up left at an light
Got some real hittas who moving through the night
I got niggas who spinning, no thinking twice
Blow the city up like its a dynamite
I'm going to run up the money, thanks Jesus Christ
Playing with me, I'm going to do the price
One second you hit and you lose your life

(Oh- my-God)
(Yeah, yeah) I got these Benji's on me
When I move through the streets do it on my lonely
Got these cams all on me, different street lights on me
I'm going to get to the bag while (?)
Niggas speak up on me But they never know me
Just another nigga, you is not my homie

This some real shit, I'm going to kill shit
Spin the block and show em I'm really homie
I'm giving them head shots
Spin the block turn them to some dead opps
Gotta thot, she giving me all drops
Got the spot, them bullets they nonstop

See my partner, she giving me non top
No missionary, get her on top
It's getting real, we cannot walk in crowds
In the hood we put that b on lock
I'm rocking that Christian Dior

She all on my body, she wanna get jawed
I'm getting a new bag, getting new tags and I'm doing some more
I'm climbing the mountain rocks, I be steady just going up to the top
Got some new feets, It could never stop
Nigga move wrong, he could catch a shot

Moving right, If you don't you get end up left at an light
Got some real hittas who moving through the night
I got niggas who spinning, no thinking twice
Blow the city up like its a dynamite
I'm going to run up the money, thanks Jesus Christ
Playing with me, I'm going to do the price
One second you hit and you lose your life

(Oh My God)
Two bitches on me like a captive
Connect up with them like im an adapter
I finally won like a rapper, back in my past I was a whole trapper

He won him a Grammy for actor
Just like a bitch you that I smacked him
I'm going to make all my hittas just track him, find where he at
You know we going clap him
I'm going to head for his head and body
We going to run up on him while he in the lobby

It's at nighttime, it's the right time
It's a must, It never might have been him probably
I'm going to head of my gang like Yo Gotti
I'm a brother, I never need nobody
I'm going to style out, I'm going to wild out
I'm going to move with my rocket like I don't got it

Moving right, If you don't you get end up left at an light
Got some real hittas who moving through the night
I got niggas who spinning, no thinking twice
Blow the city up like its a dynamite
I'm going to run up the money, thanks Jesus Christ
Playing with me, I'm going to do the price
One second you hit and you lose your life

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
(Oh Oh, Smoove L)