Harlem Nights

Gold Daytonas with the navy face
Serenade your lady with the baby face
Pillow talkin' niggas they be spewing hate
Smokin' buddah with my shoota' doing crazy 8s
Last call for alcohol got your bitch with me
Harlem nights shake the dice watch me get jiggy
Gangster attitude I don't get friendly
The plug said the price told him get with me
I'm just celebrating life get my drink on
Frank Lucas without the rat and the mink on
All about a dollar hope you got my message
Funny style nigga never be in my presence
Promote myself Don King with the palm trees
Get you touched like pause I got a long reach
She be foreign language speaking in these satin sheets
If it ain't money we be talking 'bout I barely speak
Crushed ice with our flights I'm overnight
All my boys from the hood you niggas overhype
Williams ladies feel him because he dress nice
Cocaine bright white shades dim the light
Big woods them marshals on me like Thurgood
Got some money stashed in the cut case it don't go good
The highest that slick talk don't slip by us
And we ain't worried 'bout what you thinkin' ya bitch eyeing



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Simmons, Kevin Lee Woods
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