Late Night
2 Pac (Feat DJ Quik & Outlawz) Lyrics

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Introducing the singer as a friend of Tupac's

Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
The singer is praising Tupac for his music

And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
The singer wants a chill, laid-back song

Some of that mellow shit
Reiterating the need for a chill song

Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggas think And help you check a fat-ass bank
The desired song should have appeal to everyone and be profitable

So why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how Ha feel me?
Encouraging Tupac to create the desired song

I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
The singer is intoxicated and it's late at night

Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
The artist is drinking expensive alcohol to get drunk

Like misdemeanors is a small thang
The artist sees breaking minor laws as no big deal

With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
The presence of DJ Quik empowers the artist to be bold

Runnin' through the street lights, 'cause we like, yo nigga
The singer and their crew enjoy being out at night and running through the streets

Get your mobb on show 'em what a G like
Encouraging the crew to show off their toughness

Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
The singer's surroundings are vibrant and exciting

Niggas poppin, welcome to our casino, 'cause you and me know
The streets are dangerous and anyone can get hurt

Hundred percent like a c-note
The singer is loyal and honest

Lookin' for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino
The artist has a specific type of woman they're looking for

And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
The artist plans to offer the woman weed

Tongue-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo
The singer wants to have a sexual encounter with the woman in a car

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
The singer doesn't want a relationship but is looking for a sexual encounter

I'm game type Love fuckin' bitches in the same night
The artist enjoys casual sex

My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The artist believes their words can be seductive

The club be poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger
The artist is stopping to grab food after a night out

Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The reality of living in a violent city

The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
The city is unpredictable and dangerous

You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night
Anything can happen in the late night, including sex

"Last night last night changed it all" In the late night!
Repeating that the late night can be unpredictable and life-changing

"Last night" "I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be" ?
Repeating that anything can happen and nobody knows what will happen in the late night

Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
The artist's area is limited in space and crowded with different styles

I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
The artist sells drugs in all conditions and doesn't care about physical discomfort

Ain't nothin' like bein' a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowin' that I'm blessed
The singer enjoys the lifestyle of being a thug and feels blessed to be alive despite the danger

Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosin' on crime, three steps from reality
Referencing Hussein Fatal, a fellow rapper, and commenting on the dangers of living a criminal lifestyle

Get up to get down, represent your town, last night Was poppin' like like cocked Glocks with hollow-tip rounds
Encouraging the crew to represent their town and referencing violent gun use

From booty calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin' If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
The artist is involved in illegal activities and may end up in jail

My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day
The artist is always planning and thinking about survival

Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin' to burn me
The singer is aware of the risk of dying in violent streets and encounters with corrupt law enforcement

I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze
The artist is highly dangerous and unpredictable, and their violence impacts the lives of others

Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
The singer aspires to live a lavish lifestyle but is currently grinding and hustling every day

Bringin' the Gunplay for all these beefs and battles When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
The singer is confident in their ability to handle any conflict or challenge with violence

Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown
Advising those who are unable to handle the danger of the late night to leave and emphasizing the violence

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?
Describing the lifestyle of being a rapper in California and the desire for success

Game is automatic, mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
Referencing the importance of success and survival in the rap game

'Cause when you gettin' some riches, watch for dumb bitches They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissing
Warning against being taken advantage of by people seeking money

It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Acknowledging the harsh reality of the world and the need to protect oneself

Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo
The artist is a mysterious and dangerous figure, always prepared for conflict

'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
The artist is always alert in the streets and ready to handle any threat with guns

I disappear whenever heated, ride whenever needed For my niggas up in Clentin gettin' weeded
The artist is skilled at avoiding trouble but is ready to fight for their friends

Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die Supply long as you motherfuckers buy
The singer plans to continue their lifestyle until death, always hustling and selling drugs

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
The artist's friends are riding in an old car but aren't afraid of confrontation and disrespect others in the late night

It's in the late night! Holla at me in the late night!
Final emphasis on the unpredictability and danger of the late night, and a call to connect with the singer during those times