Tonight’s Da Nite (Remix) Lyrics – Big Daddy Kane

Tonight’s Da Nite (Remix) Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

Who wanna have a motherf**kin’ orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin’ mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and

Go on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy
Microphone check, I walk around the street with black TECs and knapsacks
I’m known for smokin’ ass-cracks ’til I get #ss flashbacks

So all my n***as up your f**kin’ jammies let me hear ya lick ’em
*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* Now did you catch the victim? HELL NO
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherf**ker until you’re peekin’ through his back

‘Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill sh*t
I rock it ’til, b*t*hes start givin’ up that punany
Put jammies up the coochie, pass the cl#t, pass the loose sh*t
Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good sh*t

Don’t believe me? Why your pu**y breathin’ hard and on tilt, b*t*h?
Your cl#t#r#s, danglin’ from my c*ck, I don’t feel sh*t
So check me, the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis

Then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups
Rob ya for your loot, wrap my f**kin’ chain around your tooth
‘Cause, that’s the way it goes when Tonight’s Da Nite
The music feelin’ Funkadelic and the mood is right

I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
‘Cause that’s the way the knotty-headed n***as rollin’ right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle in Chocolate Thai to get me high with
I ran through more n***as than any kid that was adopted

Plus an ostrich couldn’t swallow my c*ck, quick ’cause it’s stock which
Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks, b*t*h
HOOAHH…So on and on and let me kick the wrath
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your f**kin’ #ss

(“I can’t wait to get it on”)
(“Tonight’s da night, and me and my n***as ain’t playin'”)
On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
(“I can’t wait to get it on”)

(“Tonight’s da night, and me and my n***as ain’t playin'”)
On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
(“I can’t wait to get it on”)
(“Tonight’s da night, and me and my n***as ain’t playin'”)

On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
(“I can’t wait to get it on”)
(“Tonight’s da night, and me and my n***as ain’t playin'”)
Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant

You wanna see me get cool
The original rude bwoy, f**k with the new toys
Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
Blast the funky buddha’s lockin ash up in my body

F**k Fonzie, Potsie, I bring Sad Days to n***as constant…ly!
Freak Funkadelic phrases ’cause I choose to
I’m f**kin’ Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M’fufu
Funks formatic, the fat sh*t, the wicked basket from caskets

Plus I’m rollin’ blunts with n***as ashes
Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it’s proper
I deserve an Oscar for pullin’ Glocks out n***as mouths ’cause
I kill like that, plus I roll like that

I’m that guy with cerebral palsy, even Bo knows that
But f**k THAT, we jumped in the new Runner to get some ganja
Goin’ Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out
Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute

The loo-pay, rank near my knots to rock the block
Hittin’ n***as upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on c*ck
Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin’ in unity
Motherf**ker! Yeah yeah motherf**kers, it’s on it’s on it’s on

Throw your hands in the air, and wave ’em like you just don’t care
And if you haven’t been f**ked by the Soopaman Luva
Let me hear you say, oh yay-yuh! (That’s only for the hoes!)
Come on, oh yay-yuh! (That’s only for the hoes)

Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant
Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
Flick slaps ’em back, come on and f**kin’ up tracks
Kick the mad wicked, Bricks to stick it

Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
She wanna check me when I’m lickin’ your #ss
And lickin’ ya down to your cl#t#r#s
Do you remember this, b*t*h? I know you’re kinda hearin’ this

Style that I’m kickin’, yes I’m mad wicked
Funkadelic runs the mad train up your an#s!
Baby, ’cause I’m famous!
Nope, I didn’t mean that

The mean fat black fat tracks and on teams that
I’m on team strapped, sports a bean hat
Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain’t gon’ mean that
(“Ba-bump, ba-bump”) (“Ba-bump, ba-bump”)

(“Ba-bump, ba-bump”) (“Ba-bump, ba-bump”)
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com

Listen to their music here
WestLyrics.com Amazon Music    WestLyrics.com Apple Music
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases

Big Daddy Kane Lyrics – Tonight’s Da Nite (Remix)

Big Daddy Kane

Tonight’s Da Nite (Remix)