[Chorus: Q-Tip]
The night is on my mind
The sun'll still shine
But the night is on my mind
So parlay while I drop this rhyme
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
See, jake be gettin' illy when the sun get dark
He be comin' out for heads, but chill, don't let me start
There's activities a-plenty in the nighttime (Nighttime)
For the ghetto child, it seem to be the right time
See, kids be gettin' stuck with jewels or fly gimmicks
Shorty see the action and then start to mimic
Runnin' to the corner, the dice game is blazin'
Lookin' at the loot, it seems so amazin'
Puts the short down, to be exact, one pound
He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down, uh
Scared money don't make none
He threw a trip on the ace, now he's out, son
Hits the local bodega to wolf down a gyro
Son is on a midnight run like De Niro
Spots a shorty rock standin' on his block
The fiends be houndin' him to pump, so he adds to his knot
Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one
Increased intensity, 'cause damn, she was a fly one
Took her to the crib, there she ran her jibs
About mind upliftment and bein' positive
He yawned and he sighed 'til 1:05
Then he finally realized the honey wasn't live
At least he didn't plan on buildin' for the evening
Threw the FILA on the dome and said, "Come on, yo, we leavin'"
Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him
Saw his man Stan with the blunt in his hand
(Aww, shh), you know the transaction
Brothers gettin' lost in the weed satisfaction
Comin' down the block, man, loud as—
You would swear Redman was inside the truck
As the night seemed darker, cops is on the hunt
They interrupt your cipher and crush your blunt
See, you left your work at home, so they pat you down for nothin'
Why in the hell does 10-4 keep frontin'?
You push to the park even though it's still dark
The kid is nice on the hoop, he said, "I'll spot you, troop"
The night is on my mind
The sun'll still shine
But the night is on my mind
So parlay while I drop this rhyme
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
See, jake be gettin' illy when the sun get dark
He be comin' out for heads, but chill, don't let me start
There's activities a-plenty in the nighttime (Nighttime)
For the ghetto child, it seem to be the right time
See, kids be gettin' stuck with jewels or fly gimmicks
Shorty see the action and then start to mimic
Runnin' to the corner, the dice game is blazin'
Lookin' at the loot, it seems so amazin'
Puts the short down, to be exact, one pound
He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down, uh
Scared money don't make none
He threw a trip on the ace, now he's out, son
Hits the local bodega to wolf down a gyro
Son is on a midnight run like De Niro
Spots a shorty rock standin' on his block
The fiends be houndin' him to pump, so he adds to his knot
Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one
Increased intensity, 'cause damn, she was a fly one
Took her to the crib, there she ran her jibs
About mind upliftment and bein' positive
He yawned and he sighed 'til 1:05
Then he finally realized the honey wasn't live
At least he didn't plan on buildin' for the evening
Threw the FILA on the dome and said, "Come on, yo, we leavin'"
Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him
Saw his man Stan with the blunt in his hand
(Aww, shh), you know the transaction
Brothers gettin' lost in the weed satisfaction
Comin' down the block, man, loud as—
You would swear Redman was inside the truck
As the night seemed darker, cops is on the hunt
They interrupt your cipher and crush your blunt
See, you left your work at home, so they pat you down for nothin'
Why in the hell does 10-4 keep frontin'?
You push to the park even though it's still dark
The kid is nice on the hoop, he said, "I'll spot you, troop"
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