So parlay while I drop this rhyme
See, Jake be gettin illy when
the sun get dark
He be coming out for heads but shit
don't let me start
There's activities a-
plenty in the nighttime
For the ghetto child it seem
to be the right time
See, kids be getting stuck
with jewels and fly gimmicks
Shorty see the action and
then start to mimic
Running to the corner,
the dice game is blazing
Looking at the loot, it seems so amazing
Puts the short down,
to be exact one pound
He shakes the stones in his hand,
then he lets it down
Scared money don't make none
He threw a trick 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 standing on his block
The fiends be hounding him to pump
so he asked it it's not
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 being positive
He yawned and he sighed 'til 1:05
Then he fi nally realized
that honey wasn't live
At least he didn't plan on building
for the evening
Threw the Fila on the dome and said, "Come
on yo, we leaving"
Came out on the scene as
he told her to beep him
Saw his man Stan with the blunt
in his hand
(Ah sh- ) You know the transaction
Brothers gettin' lost in
the weed satisfaction
Coming down the block man loud as
You would swear Redman
was in side the truck
As the night seemed darker,
cops is on a hunt
They interrupt your cipher,
and crush your blunt
See you left your work at home
so they pat you down for nothing
Why in the hell does 10- 4 keep fronting?
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
a nocturnal animal,
God concentrates
On a young black man who makes
the niggas speakers shake
The nighttime is busy,
it's word to Aunt Kizzy
It's the time we get down,
yo son, you know the sound
The flavas on the top with the
rugged beat to back it
The night makes the aura and
the Jake can't hack it
The way the moon dangles
in the midnight sky
And the stars dance around,
ayo, I think it's fly
Intensity, most rappers don't see it
Spirit wise, musically, you gotta be it
Serenity and silence of
the sounds and emotions
In the concrete jungle and
the sun don't bungle
I think it's hard to find
the words on how I feel
I paid about a deuce twenty
for the Ampex steel
But let me slow down,
I think I ran my jibs enough
Peace out to the Nation,
stay rugged and rough
The sun'll still shine
Ha, The night is on my mind
The night is on my mind
The night is on my mind
Yeah, The sun 'll still shine
But now the night is on my mind
Uh huh, the night is on my mind
The night is on your mind
You know the sun 'll still shine
But now, the night is on the mind
Yeah, the night is on the mind
The night is on the mind
Ayo, the sun 'll still shine
But now the night is on the mind
Yeah, the night is on
the mind
The night is on the mind
Ayo, the sun 'll still shine