Night Shift South Park Mexican (Ft. Pimpstress)

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican]
Now spread the word
I got them bricks on the dead end streets
And watch them jump out boys, cause they rollin' ten deep
Creepy crawlin' the night
Y'all know the deal
On the motherfuckin' hill
We all strapped to kill
Chill, hittin' licks, in the wind that never ceases
Gettin' mad cause they askin' me for three dollar pieces
How the fuck I s'pposed to come up
Off a shife move
Run up on a twenty and come get your ass an ice cube
It ain't nothin', why you bumpin' in your Cutlass
Just understand the roughness, never cut
For the cutless
Cause it's do or die, you ask, who am I
That mama heartbreaker ever since junior high
In the eye of the public, the brown be the suspect
So the streets taught me to be loveless
Causin' raucous in a dope fiend's bucket
My two favorite subjects was "duck FEDs" and "fuck it"

Chorus: South Park Mexican
The night shift
Young hustlers workin' grave yards
The night shift
Street soldiers workin' grave yards
My nine be, beside me
Tonight, we work the night shift
My nine be, beside me
Tonight, we work the night shift