[Chorus] [Esther Williams] Last night, last night changed it all Last night, I really had a ball [Verse 1] [Kid] (Last Night) I was on the phone
the show is stolen The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? ) kicker Watch your girl, cause I stick her [ ROUND 2: Nat The Cat ] Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm playin
night What's ya name? Anderson, the family's here The one that you love, and hate and fear And whatchya do? Known to party every night and day Try to
"It's killin' me" Please be clear. This is an invasion Green Lantern in the lab The invasion. The Bar Exam 2 "Green Lantern" [Kid Vishis] Last of the
play Cash come and go and I want mine to stay Alot of these fake cats won't mind the day I get an unfair play then the stairway That's why I'm like
you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin' I'm knockin' 'em out the box 'n' Knockin' 'em out their socks 'n
N or O? Like that nigga Jigga said, "Yo, you either friend or foe" So respect my wish, I'm a perfectionist and wit the gun Is the only time a nigga plays
rock n roll life I got a rock n roll girlfriend And another ex-wife I got a rock n roll house I got a rock n roll car I play the shit out the drums
t doin anything but bein a kid, no evil in my heart Never played in the area of they minds, anything like that Just a normal kid, yeah, yeah I remember
fly (to the moon) I'm in the court with marijuana eyes (Sorry Judge) We high the clubs into the morning rise (Cause of last night) Cause day and night (day and night
way we're doin' it our way Rollin' and gettin' funky like Kid 'N Play See her over there behind the phonograph She's a psychopath, I make the breaks last A Salt-N
this day? I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay They looked at me and said, "Queen's niggas don't play Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid
last summer At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed For being the last one seen, fleein
a rehearsal You know we got the CMA Awards tomorrow night What are we gonna do about a drummer (to a kid) Hey you come here You ever played drums before
be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor Now it's the dictator who's style is greater It's the man with more wild flavors Than motherfuckin' Now 'n
The last lot make a few mistakes They didn't die young, they got big waists We got let down at the back of Earls Court We swore that night, we'd never
all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get
