Yo... I need some ice cream, I need some...

For the nighttime





Uh, for the 9-1-9, for the 9-1-9

When the sun go down, we still shine and vine

Still shine and vine, for the 9-1-9

And the 9-1-9, and the 3-3-6

When the nighttime come, that's how we do that shit

That's how we, that's how we do that shit



Aiyyo, it's the new fla-vour, the next step

Phonte, the best kept secret since the AIDS cure (word)

I stay raw, whether they bootleg it or pay for it

Old school like Prince Dejour

When he was hostin Rap City with fingerwaves on

I put my name on the map through dismantilin

Embarassing arrogant cats and battle 'em because they raps ain't astonishin

Got niggaz in the club spittin out they Heinekens

Like, "God-DAMN it, when that nigga Tay gon' rhyme again? "

He's nice with the homonyms (nice with them homonyms), I'll flow

I guess I got it from my mom and 'nem, fo' real doe

Who does it finer? This one is for the MCs' in Carolina

Three in the mornin, insomnia rhymers

That say, "Yo, let's put the drama behind us, just let the beats rock"

Started cyhper while the wack niggaz eavesdrop

9th mouse-clicked it on the b-box

9th always hit me on my sweet spot

(Uh) Go to the crib, drink some Peach Schnapps

And doze off to Pete Rock, what



For the 9-1-9, for the 9-1-9

When the sun go down, we still shine and vine

Still shine and vine, for the 9-1-9

And the 9-1-9, and the 3-3-6

When the nighttime come, that's how we do that shit

That's how we, that's how we do that shit



Aiyyo this is for the 9-1-9, for the 9-1-9

When the sun go down, we still shine and vine

Still shine and vine, for the 9-1-9

And the 9-1-9, and the 3-3-6

When the nighttime come, that's how we do that shit

That's how we, that's how we do that shit









Yeah, eh-yeaaah

Eh-yaaaay, uh-huh







Ooooooooh, nighttime...

Nighttime...

Nighttime...