paroles de chanson Late Night Coastin' - Mr. Lucci
[Mr.
Lucci]
Another
night
coastin
sippin
playa
potion
In
the
drop
top
Me
and
your
lady
coastin
love
and
crook
motion
Sounds
from
the
ocean
With
the
boat
docked
Playing
real
not
intending
to
stop
Me
and
my
niggas
steady
holding
it
down
Blazing
a
pound
while
I'm
making
them
frown
Dallas,
Texas
be
the
place
where
I'm
found
Bumping
my
sound
Twenty
inches
above
the
ground
Since
I'm
a
crook
I
was
born
to
clown
Low
down
is
how
I'm
doing
it
now
Cause
nigga
your
peeping
I
called
my
puerto
rician
Tell
him
creep
in
Do
you
feel
like
freaking
for
the
whole
weekend?
Flamed
james
got
me
geeking
And
keeping
me
speaking
Pimp
shit
to
get
the
hoes
knees
weakin'
Don
P.
is
what
I'm
drinking
Bubbles
baths
and
thinking
Parked
the
two
door
benz
hopped
in
the
licoln
Now
we
off
in
the
wind
To
deep
with
four
sweets
To
the
coastin
beet
slow
keep
it
calm
and
cool
Rubbing
her
fingers
through
my
braids
trying
to
set
the
mood
This
lady
rolling
up
the
cake
while
I
set
the
brew
This
little
trip
was
only
mad
for
two
So
pass
the
brew
And
follow
what
your
master
do
I
know
your
nigga
are
steady
asking
you
Why
all
your
cats
in
true
And
keep
on
saying
he
wanna
blast
with
Luc
Squash
that
cuz
im
your
pass
in
true
But
ain't
no
way
he
can
stop
my
style
Do
all
the
things
that
will
make
you
smile
Back
rubs
and
hot
tubs
Give
you
rose
and
huggs
Slow
love
and
pleasure
rubs
With
your
number
one
thug
I'm
not
your
man
but
I
plan
to
scuff
So
girl
whats
up?
Lets
go
and
chill
fabulous
Turn
off
my
screens
in
the
slab
with
plus
You
back
and
grabbed
the
tusk
Cuz
the
night
of
the
hype
is
gonna
light
with
us
[Chorus:
C-Loc]
If
I'm
riding
with
my
trunk
open
If
I'm
to
deep
deep
choking
If
I'm
out
on
slow
beet
bumpin
Well
then
you
know
I'm
late
night
coastin
Everybody
wanna
hate
my
style
Well
everybody
wanna
hate
me
now
I'm
going
out
to
my
lake
beach
house
With
another
niggas
naked
spouse
If
I'm
riding
with
my
trunk
open
If
I'm
to
deep
deep
choking
If
I'm
out
on
slow
beet
bumpin
Well
then
you
know
I'm
late
night
coastin
Everybody
wanna
hate
my
style
Well
everybody
wanna
hate
me
now
I'm
going
out
to
my
lake
beach
house
With
another
niggas
naked
spouse
[Mr.
Pookie]
See
I'm
the
type
of
nigga
loving
this
I
want
some
more
crrok
lovly
shit
I
be
the
quickest
one
to
roll
up
with
the
bud
When
I
roll
and
twist
Better
prepare
for
the
bomb
and
shit
Because
the
constant
hit
This
stoney
crook
brain
Flossing
with
a
crook
chain
Dark
tone
with
a
smile
Pick
you
up
at
seven
it's
about
five
thirty
So
I
guess
it
leave
a
crook
nigga
just
a
little
while
So
I
can
get
clean
and
shit
With
the
startched
down
jeans
and
shit
Off
audelia
with
the
braids
Now
she
all
up
on
me
She
don't
wanna
get
up
off
me
From
the
unique
smell
of
my
cologne
and
the
cake
Go
on
and
do
your
thing
im
the
grey
star
fleight
wood
Won't
you
take
a
ride
with
a
deep
crook
And
I
know
you
gonna
be
trying
to
look
your
best
With
the
trick
wood
Try
to
come
around
with
cheep
look
Cuz
of
acting
like
a
fish
hook
I
need
a
lady
crook
One
to
pick
a
playa
up
when
he
fall
Put
down
a
hustle
with
no
regaurds
to
the
law
When
she
know
a
few
ballas
and
got
the
platinum
on
the
mouth
Ball
to
the
mall
Now
it's
time
for
the
boasting
shit
Tell
your
friends
how
I
bought
you
this
Don't
be
worrying
about
the
cost
and
shit
Cuz
any
lady
that
has
seen
the
rippla
was
a
flossing
miss
Keep
game
i'll
talk
the
trick
Right
up
on
the
dick
Slurp
slurp
got
me
wiggleing
toes
Got
me
feeling
like
I'm
fixing
to
explode
While
she
bobbing
and
boasting
I'll
push
back
her
head
and
she'll
take
in
some
more
How
you
deal
with
it
all
on
your
nose
I
mean
nut
on
your
close
And
i'll
be
damned
if
you
kiss
me
girl
I
ain't
a
playa
that
will
lick
the
pearl
I'm
just
a
crook
type
playa
late
coastin
in
this
infra
world
[Chorus:
C-Loc]
If
I'm
riding
with
my
trunk
open
If
I'm
to
deep
deep
choking
If
I'm
out
on
slow
beet
bumpin
Well
then
you
know
I'm
late
night
coastin
Everybody
wanna
hate
my
style
Well
everybody
wanna
hate
me
now
I'm
going
out
to
my
lake
beach
house
With
another
niggas
naked
spouse
If
I'm
riding
with
my
trunk
open
If
I'm
to
deep
deep
choking
If
I'm
out
on
slow
beet
bumpin
Well
then
you
know
I'm
late
night
coastin
Everybody
wanna
hate
my
style
Well
everybody
wanna
hate
me
now
I'm
going
out
to
my
lake
beach
house
[Mr.
Lucci]
Hmm
now
I
done
did
it
again
She
peeping
the
seen
And
mixing
the
lean
Shining
clean
To
my
crooked
theam
Checking
the
pictures
of
my
team
Platinum
plack
shining
clean
Living
room
eurpean
With
the
movie
screen
Pimped
out
just
like
a
dream
That
O.J.
sing
A
little
twink
from
my
queen
I'm
sippin
on
the
drink
while
I'm
puffing
on
the
green
I'm
trying
to
debate
weather
the
cherrys
or
the
cream
Unplugged
your
phone
The
pagers
gone
Don't
take
me
wrong
I'm
trying
to
bone
Until
the
break
of
dawn
If
theres
a
problem
then
I'm
gonna
take
you
home
But
if
not
then
I'm
gonna
make
you
mone
So
girl
don't
take
to
long
Drop
your
keys,
chain,
shirt,
and
thong
Now
go
ahead
on
and
do
that
shit
Just
spread
your
tricks
if
you
did
Young
women
when
you
gripped
it
And
licked
it
up
so
slick
So
heres
my
chain
cuz
theres
no
ice
up
in
the
fridge
Now
handle
your
biz
Cris-style
fiz
and
siz
On
the
side
of
the
tele
While
I'm
giving
it
to
you
steady
Un-button
down
the
pele
Your
rubbed
down
with
jelly
She
lick
around
the
belly
While
jaming
down
to
kelly
The
unseen
is
getting
sweaty
And
heavier
than
we
freak
Up
under
the
sheets
Work
till
my
water
bed
leaks
She
creeps
up
out
the
lace
In
front
of
the
fire
place
She
flossing
it
up
in
my
face
And
begin
me
for
a
taste
She
scoops
shakes
And
takes
it
off
In
bed
and
wall
And
keeps
a
nigga
dick
straight
standing
tall
I
mean
I
played
it
so
slick
from
my
pants
to
jaw
When
it
was
time
for
me
to
spit
she
ain't
even
pause
Just
squeezed
my
balls
Heath
and
halled
Up
in
this
chick
man
I
don't
think
I
even
seen
a
flaw
She
make
a
nigga
wanna
ring
the
law
But
cleanest
thing
of
all
I
ain't
even
gotta
see
her
tomorrow
[Chorus:
C-Loc]
If
I'm
riding
with
my
trunk
open
If
I'm
to
deep
deep
choking
If
I'm
out
on
slow
beet
bumpin
Well
then
you
know
I'm
late
night
coastin
Everybody
wanna
hate
my
style
Well
everybody
wanna
hate
me
now
I'm
going
out
to
my
lake
beach
house
With
another
niggas
naked
spouse
If
I'm
riding
with
my
trunk
open
If
I'm
to
deep
deep
choking
If
I'm
out
on
slow
beet
bumpin
Well
then
you
know
I'm
late
night
coastin
Everybody
wanna
hate
my
style
Well
everybody
wanna
hate
me
now
I'm
going
out
to
my
lake
beach
house
1 Introduction
2 It Ain't Easy
3 The Phone Call (Interlude)
4 Half Steppin'
5 Millennium Pimpin'
6 Tha Set Up (Interlude)
7 If I Have To
8 Git With You (Interlude)
9 What You See
10 Tha Trunk
11 Tha Assassination (Interlude)
12 Lifted
13 Blunted Serenade
14 Gettin' High
15 Have You Ever
16 Late Night Coastin'
17 Shine for It
18 There They Go
19 Consequences
20 Mr. Diabolical
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