Party 2 Night (Video Edit) [feat. Down Low & Rob Money] - Steve Cypress

Te-am intalnit, tu mi-ai zambit Si-am stiut ca e iubire O clipa a fost si te vreau Pe tine, doar pe tine Vreau s-aud din nou: Ohhhhhh Iubirea ta s-a oprit pe strada mea Ohhhhhhh Fericire bine ai venit in viata mea Vreau s-aud din nou Am incercat sa iti spun Tot ce simt eu pentru tine Dar vorbe n-am, le-am pierdut S-ascund iar, s-ascund de mine Iubirea ta s-a oprit pe strada mea Fericire bine ai venit in viata mea Ohhhh ohhhh Ohhhhh Iubirea ta s-a oprit pe strada mea Ohhhh Fericire bine ai venit in viata mea

Prophecy might be right about me Time in a glass, could I be a tree and watch it all pass? Feel the ground open right through the grass? Prophecy says I'm running out of my body And out of my comfort, out of these covers They're all going under, the curtain's going under I know you so well You could be staring right through me We could be one more dream If I go, if I go, will you come back in and save me? Is it all, is it all, is it all that you wanted? Is it everything and more? Everything you and I left the garden for? What we started running for, we started running for? Is it all, is it all, is it all you imagined? Can you handle the surprise? Can you open the gates underneath my disguise? Can you see me this time? Will you? Will you or will you? Prophecy might be following me Out of my ways and into a new dawn The coming of age is coming to stay But it burns and it streams right through the page And you think you know your words And you think we get what we deserve But nobody does and nobody lies And nobody changes in the other light I know you so well You could be staring right through me We could be one more dream When I go, when I go, promise you won't forget about me Is it all, is it all, is it all that you wanted? Is it everything and more? Everything you and I left the garden for? What we started running for, we started running for? Is it all, is it all, is it all you imagined? Can you handle the surprise? Can you open the gates underneath my disguise? Can you see me this time? Will you? Will you or will you? Cypress, save me Hide me in it 'Til I'm in it, oh, I'm in it Save me, cypress, save me, cypress Cypress, take me Hide me in it 'Til I'm in it, oh, I'm in it Save me, cypress, save me, cypress

[Sen dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker! Ha! yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus Like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and i jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels For reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while Chorus: b-real, sen dog (Checkmate fool!) hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall * Repeat 2x * [B-real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped To the letter, keepin your temperature down low What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new shit i bring, never the same hype So push that shit off, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with greenthumb The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell When the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-boo, you fuck you!) [Sen dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout The westside of l.a., so whatever Punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit And elevate your frame, cause i want that Big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor [B-real] My nigga sen's rollin again, remember when We rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen dog] Checkmate fool!

Hey ese look at these two motherfuckers right here homes What you thinkin' homes Wait 'till he turns around homes (Echoed) watch-out All right I got your back homes, let's go Come on ese let's go Let's do it You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I come with the wicked method I'm creepin' on ya How you find your homeboys bleedin' on ya Just the locotes Drumin' out the potes Got a new hollay Jackin' in the noche Give me your faya In your pocket or they'll carry ya Off and bury ya We got in the east side every guy Four and three and two and one Thievery don't stop 'till I get done Sometimes I don't even need my gat But shit's gettin' deep and I gotta blast back 'Two' thievery 'one' robbery 'one' robbery 'Cause jackin' is my hobby Give out that money, jewelery and your keys To the five-o outside on wheels Later out with the '85 Mustang One-time got me on the radar Pousha And ya don't stop 'till I'm done Now the Puercos got me on the run Police Radio "LA-14 in pursuit of two immigrant suspects armed on one eight seven, headed westbound On central and Ninety-second, armed two suspects believed to be in 1985 red Mustang license plate Lincoln Charles David Bullshit Madelin three two Armed and dangerous suspects known" You don't wanna turn your back on me When you least expect it I got your keys in my possession With my Smith and Wesson Takin' out all my aggression Check it out ese You're lookin' at the jefe Off that clicker with a big bad trese I'll teach you a lesson No question Get your ass out, now you're passin' out When ya looked at the glente Four and three and two and one The robbery don't stop 'till I get done Some niggas do this shit for fun Now the Puercos got me on the run From bodio Two bodio Lookin' for anybody-o Cessadio Hangin' out wit madio Lookin' for a place to hide On the west side Spank got my back over there it right And it don't stop 'till I'm done Now the One-time got me on the run (Police radio) "LA-14, we have spotted the vehicle, suspects nowhere in sight, aw shit!" (Two shots ring out) How you like me now pouto? Fuck you pig Let' go homes It's the fuckin' bus eh Get on ese Right here homes One-times not down with us Now they lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus Don't turn your back on a rapper like me 'Cause I'm one broke motherfucker in need Desperate What's goin' on in the mente Takin' from the rich an' not from my gente Look at that gabacho slipping Borrocho from the cerveza he's sipping No me vale madre Gabacho prey to your padre This is one the time you wanna give me the jale Four and three and two and one This old muthafucka got him a gun Blam! I took one to the knee-cap Things happen so fast Now I dropped my strap Now I'm about to meet my maker Though I had it all figured out with a paper No longer will I be running Last thing I heard was the fucking gatt humming