[Intro: DJ Quik]

Hey, Pac, it's yo' boy

Hey, man, so far I've been listenin' to your album

And I ain't heard nuttin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to

You know?

Yeah, like that, some of that mellow shit

Some of that shit that make bitches drink

Make niggas think and help you check a fat-ass bank, hahah

So why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how

Hahahah, feel me?

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

I'm barely standin' and plus my secondhand say it's midnight

Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right

Like misdemeanors is a small thang

With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang

Runnin' through the street lights 'cause we like

Yo' nigga get your mob on show 'em what a G like

Around the corner it's like Vegas or better yet like Reno

Niggas poppin', welcome to our casino 'cause you and me know

Hundred percent like a C-note

Lookin' for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino

And when I meet her I'ma offer her some Indo

Tongue-kissin' out the window of a pearl white limo

Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga

Touch me here, I'll get bigger while I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver

I'm game type, love fuckin' bitches in the same night

My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right

The club be poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger

Look through the paper it's another Black crack murder

The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die

You can fuck on the first night, or try in the late night

[Chorus: samples & 2Pac]

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

In the late night!

"Last night.."

"I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"

In the late night!

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

In the late night!

"Last night.."

"I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"

In the late night!

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]

Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped

I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp

Ain't nuttin' like bein' a thug when I can just

Sit on the Row of Death straight knowin' that I'm blessed

Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality

Overdosin' on crime, three steps from reality

Get up to get down, represent your town

Last night was poppin' like like cocked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds

[Verse 3: Kadafi]

From booty-calls to bail sheets

It ain't no tellin' if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets

My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night

Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day might

Be me who bites the bullet in these streets where a man journey

With crooked cops and a society who tryna burn me

I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge

Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze

Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day

Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday

Bringin' the gun play for all these beefs and battles

When we collide, I'ma ride on that hide like cattle, cowards best to skedaddle

In the late night

[Chorus]

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

"Last night.."

"I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

"Last night.."

"I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"

[Verse 4: 2Pac]

Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown

Niggas in low-lows, pursuin' mo' hoes then go home

The life of a California star and when you see me

In the drop-top Jag', how many niggas wanna be me?

Game is automatic, mandatory I sell

To live or die, I survive, but with a story to tell

'Cause when you gettin' some riches, watch for dumb bitches

They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin'

It's a mean world nigga you strapped, must be a throwaway

Will I survive the late night to see dawn of day?

Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow

My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo

'Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?

Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic

I disappear whenever heated, ride whenever needed

For my niggas up in Clinton gettin' weeded

Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die

Supply long as you motherfuckers buy

My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin''

Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck-it in the late night

[Chorus: samples & 2Pac]

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

It's in the late night!

"Last night.."

"I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"

In the late night!

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

Holla at me in the late night!

"Last night.."

"I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be. Be home by eleven!"