Harlem Nights Lyrics

(Chano on the beat he a white boy but still can make it bounce)

(Mane this hoe so hard right here)

(Ay ay Gunna)

Ay put the switch up on the Glock just to make sure it don't stop

Feeling like twenty one (how many niggas you shot) shit alot

Started from the bottom no where else to go but to the top

Even the coldest hearted motherfucker tell you that I'm (hot)

Four fours in the drank bro still tipping someone call Paul Wall

Just like bowling pins if I get knocked down bitch I'm a stand tall

Morgan and Morgan told my niggas one call and that's all

Seems I go my hardest when my back against the wall ok

Even out the playing field with the odds against me

A long way from riding through neighborhoods on a ten speed

I see y'all rocking fake chains that shit so tempting

But I can't fuck with fake shit swear a dike would hate to fuck with me

I'm spot Mac on the bars just cause he gone push up with me

Never ran from shit but dogs Mac done ran it up with me

Showed a nigga the game and that nigga way younger than me

All they can call me is big bro whenever they speak on me

Ain't seeing money off of rap but I don't do this shit for fun

Ain't never played with guns but bitch I'm Gunna so I carry one

Put that nigga in the blender turn him to a shake or something

Lawyer got a sweet tooth told lil bro them drop a honey bun

Feel like Ja with the strap just can't seem to put the gun down

I done seen real steppers get put down by some circus clowns

Put them in the circle used to be deep like a hundred round

X them out down to twenty now I keep a box around

Yea bitch don't play with me I'm with the shit

No matter how much they change I stay the same I'm too legit

Put the real ones on my back get us lit like a candlestick

Harlem nights up in New York I still can get shit handled quick

Harlem nights in New York I still can get shit handled quick

Harlem nights New York ay handle that shit Quick

Ain't spoke to Lo in awhile hope he know he can call on me

Get your shit flipped thinking life is Twitter bitch don't follow me

Twin them know I'm sliding even if my gas tank on e

Got this bitch in a chokehold thinking that they could sleep on me

Fuck this shit before I let them take me committing suicide

Nine eleven pink house party that shit was suicide

Them boys were running hitting the ground like they running suicides

They homeboys got the message come try me next and you'll die

Ay shout out to the set but they done pissed a nigga off

Won't let me in like I ain't have these hoes dealing with locked jaws

Sleeping on me way too comfortable will get you knocked off

Playing rough like the Detroit bad boys when I Snap Dogg

Yea don't let that go over your head

She say I'm a bird brain cause all I think about is bread

Think I want her pussy all I think about is head

Yea all I think about is head

(Boe)

(Chano on the beat he a white boy but still can make it bounce)