Late Nighter B-Legit (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: B-Legit | E-40]
Yeah
Boy, that's some old mob shit right there, boy
Yeah, it is, though
You know it's a drought on that mob shit, boy
Yeah, but we comin' through though
Ayy Legit, nigga, this your tape, fool
What's up, pimp sav?
I want you to let loose on they asshole
Let motherfuckers know what's going down, yeah

[Verse 1: B-Legit | E-40]
They say it's last call for the liquor
So let me get a Tanqueray and lime, please
And don't forget the lemon squeeze (The lemon squeeze)
I gotta warm up the deuce, let loose in the lot
There's a fool tryna mob his old school
He's unaware, though, I got the 454
And the flow that'll get in his asshole
So I step to my drop-top
I gotta write my name on top of the blacktop (The blacktop)
And I'm the cleanest thing I've seen on Zeens and the Daytons
And watch me get it sideways (Sideways)
And smash to the right 'til it's cloudy
I turn a few tight ones then I'm Audi
Think I better bounce to the station
I fill my tank and then I bank to Nation's (To Nation's)
'Cause after he club ends, the bitches be lovin'
To meet my type (What are we supposed to call you?)
The late nighter