NightLife

[Intro: Kardinal Offishall] Buckshot! Kardinal Offishall! Havoc! Yeah! [Chorus: Buckshot] Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks Can't waste time, my mind screwed up Tip that glass up, don't front now You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks Can't waste time, my mind screwed up Tip that glass up, don't front now You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how [Verse One: Buckshot] Just got a text from the next side of town From Kardinal, sayin Buck it's goin down (Down) I replied with a vow, set it off as soon as I touch down Now, I'm the problem child, my solution I should move crowds Huh! Tell me how ya like this Or better yet tell me how I could write this Tonight miss I'm a get cha opin wide One step two step we both could slide Off to the rear or off with your gear Or off in your ear it's the boss in your ear [Verse Two: Kardinal Offishall] Tip glass like how Kardinal tip scales Fat knot in the socks 'case Buck needs bail Smirnoff in the system like the Hip Hop Police takin aim tryin to shut down the game People takin flicks but we move with the same Hoodied up in the shadow night life knows my name Similiar to Batman call me Bruce Wayne But my wings made of fire, inhale the smoke No joke easy to provoke Kardi to chill Those who move in silence harder to kill I take two sips and recline like Biggie In the throne, tell Luchino Godfather home [Chorus: Buckshot] Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks Can't waste time, my mind screwed up Tip that glass up, don't front now You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks Can't waste time, my mind screwed up Tip that glass up, don't front now You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how [Bridge: Kardinal Offishall] Crooklyn to di middle dot O BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio A who a run this see yuh already know Crooklyn to di middle dot O BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio Oh! Buckshot yuh already know [Verse Three: Buckshot] I'm, smooth like a Benz if I'm on new rims If I swim, no fins, I go in (in) Shorty's a ten, I'm two of them So that's a dub, come again T-Dot, he got these spots on lock He by the bar, we by the spot You might see me or might not It depends if you got friends that want a shot [Verse Four: Kardinal Offishall] I woke up in the morning, microphone in my hand Bottle in the other grip like a Somalia chip Tryna take all the contents, bad bwoy sense Before Konvict, I ain't gotta con-vince To Google me type "Rude Bwoy Karma" Better than New Jack guy in the {?} Brothers wit handshakes, cousin wit the llama Son of a good man, still walk with armor, ya honor [Chorus: Buckshot] Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks Can't waste time, my mind screwed up Tip that glass up, don't front now You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how Tip that glass up, I got a few bucks Can't waste time, my mind screwed up Tip that glass up, don't front now You know I Got cha Opin you won't ask how [Outro: Kardinal Offishall] Crooklyn to di middle dot O BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio A who a run this see yuh already know Crooklyn to di middle dot O BDI and Mister Kardi inna stereo Coppa shot a beat when we on yuh radio Oh! Buckshot yuh already know [Buckshot]: Yeah uh, yup yup, Duck Down, Konvict T-Dot, BK all day, we do this like... Killin nonsense, here we go like Uh, in stereo like, this Yeah, Buckshot in the ear Konvict in the ear Kardinal Offishall like yeah ...Buck.. Bucktown, Boot Camp everyday oh... Word, word...