2Pac – Late Night (OG 1) feat. DJ Quik & AMG
2Pac – Late Night (Premix OG 2) feat. Hussein Fatal & Kadafi
Date: November 13, 1995
Producer: DJ Quik
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Recorded for All Eyez On Me / Euthanasia / The Supreme Euthanasia
Samples: Donald Byrd – Wind Parade
Lyrics:
(DJ Quik: Tupac)
Hey Pac
It’s yo boy Quik
Man so far I’ve been listenin to this album man
And I ain’t heard nothin’ you could kick back and smoke a beady to
You know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah like that
Some of that old smooth shit
Some of that shit that make niggaz drink
Make bitches think
And help you check a fat ass bank,
Ha ha
So why don’t you do me a favour and drop some of that shit only you know how
Ha ha ha ha
Feel me?
(Verse One: Tupac)
I’m barely standin’
And plus my second-hand say it’s midnight
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanours is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin’ through the street lights
Cause we like, young nigga
Get your mob on show ’em what a G like
Around the corner it’s like Vegas,
Or better yet like Reno Niggas poppin’, welcome to our casino
Cause you and me know
Hundred percent like a c-note
Looking for a bitch that’s half-black and Filipino
And when I meet her I’ma offer her some indo
Tounge kissin’ on the window of a pearl white limo
Don’t wanna be your man, I’m your nigga
Touch me here, I’ll get bigger
While I’m diggin’ I’ll get deep into your liver
I’m game tight
Love fucking bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say ’em right
The club be poppin’ so I’m stoppin’ at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it’s another black crack murder
The city’s full of surprises
You can live or you can die
You can fuck on the first night
Or try
In the late night
[Chorus:]
* DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X*
“Last night.. last night changed it all”
(In the late night!)
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a fuck, where you gon’.. be”
(In the late night!)
“Last night.. last night changed it all”
(In the late night!)
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a fuck, where you gon’.. be”
[Verse Two: AMG]
Now that my nigga ‘Pac is out I’ma have to hit him
Swoop him up in the coupe
With the window’s tinted, wait a minute
Nigga you got the bud I got the Henney
Don’t worry about the pussy cause there’s plenty
Now in the city of L.A
I’m the mayor to the player’s
Suede to the gator’s, millionaires baby no hater’s
Now we up in the mix
From ’91 to ’96
Stackin’ the hit’s and fuck tricks
It’s a G thang, baby I’m the AM
From the Bay to L.A.
This is how we play ’em
We get around fuckin’ hoes then we dick ’em down
Death Row is the name, DJ Quik the sound
Ballin’ for day’s but you never catch us slippin’
Nigga I got old and wise and now I’m gettin’ richer
Picture a nigga in the villa gettin’ fame again
All you hoes better know what game I’m in
From L.A.X. to the Laguardia, the late night
Partier’s know
Who got the pussy and the Indo
Me and Tupac and Quik makin’ niggas sick
Hooker’s ridin’ the dick
And want to join in the click
In the late night
[Chorus:]
* DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X*
“Last night.. last night changed it all”
(In the late night!)
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a fuck, where you gon’.. be”
(In the late night!)
“Last night.. last night changed it all”
(In the late night!)
“Last night..”
“I don’t give a fuck, where you gon’.. be”
(Yeah, bitch in the late night)
(This one’s for you ‘Pac nigga, in the late night)
(Uh, In the late night)
(Ayo Quik)
(Wassup?)
(Tell ’em how it is)
(Verse Three: DJ Quik)
Now I’m kickin’ it at the top of my tree house
I’m runnin’ outta beady so I gotta get down and be out
Now on my way to the store
I see bitches galore that say they never ever been to a studio before
Now it’s a golden opportunity for me to get tossed
I got work to be done, and bitches to floss
She say she *Nikki with 2 K’s, i’m diggin with 2 balls
And all we need it Hen’ to set it off
Now grown out the days of my ways of my horny and rugged adolescent
Fuckin’ bitches with no rubber’s today is a lesson
Now we stop to get lifestyles because of my gin
What’s ya’ flovour baby
Hope it’s not peppermint
Fuckin’ bitches on a weekend basis I’m lovin’ to play
But tell me why always turns out this way?
She be alright when you meet her
Fine when you drunk and fuckin’ ugly as hell the next day
(What you say?)
Now, in ’96 this is how it’s goin’ down
Player’s like Tupac and AMG up
And them hoes down
And fatties, no need to feel sorrow
Just tune in, same Bat channel tomorrow
But in the late night
[Chorus]
Last night, last night changed it all
(Yes in the late night)
Late night, I don’t give a fuck where you gone be
(Don’t be mad hoe, just come back in the late night)
Last night, last night changed it all
(I aint fuckin wit you, only in the late night)
Late night, I don’t give a fuck where you gone be
