Lyrics:
Midnight From Cats

'l tell you what On the night vision decision underneath the silver moon Boy from company C A day sugar love Chief be for stonin', Robbin Chero be for midnight

Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the Ave., spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from

know that is a miracle open wide. Look at the mountains trees the seven seas, and everything chillin under water please, hot lava, snow, rain and fog, long neck giraffes, pet cats

Step on toes, strong arm and show a lil' muscle Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated I hate it, seein' crab niggaz that made it And I'm robbin' cats

flat-top style of hair. It's just those bugged out things we do That make the girles wanna stare. Like when we're chillin' with the crew. Or drinkin' that old english brew. (both) straight from

ass ballers wanna-be shot callers Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin' Askin' all you cats

What, fix a hopscotch or butt-ox she diggy What, interlude Aculpoco you bad don't hurt nobody What, 3 miles out from the coast of Satin City Sonny Cheeba from

it to yo chest And we got it locked like some niggas on house arrest Cause we ridin' [Chorus: Chimere] Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide Ridin' on that midnight

boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic Run up in your crib, it's now you heat me from