[Odario Spitz in background]

Mood Ruff nice it up for you everytime

Mood Ruff nice it up for you everytime

**Background talking**

[CHORUS: Odario Spitz]

We are the night life types

Yeah we miving in the night time

Right time like to do it under moon light

REPEAT 2X

[Odario]

I got two chrome techs and a microphone

Bring the drama like ya poppa bring the bacon home

Where the rough boys roam

You know we in the scene

No matter where we go we intervene

We belong to the city where girls are pretty

It's a pity when you slip into a pity(?)

Momma always told me not to trust those types

With the eight inch pumps and the skirts so tight

But it's Friday night an my head ain't right

But my lines are tight to deliver tonight

So I watch them dance and prepare my chance

I'm chilling in the club in my b-boy stance

We be doing it up, we be doing it right

Only thing undoing is the zipper or a button

If the night amount to something, you know the story

The boys think they macks, they want all the glory

I like to wait for the slow jam

On the waist is my left, while the right is my side hand

Let it slide to the level of the bone

Gripping that booty like a microphone

I want to take that home

Let's do the cha-cha, show seniorita my cocoratcha(sp?)

Word up, we 'bout to hit it up

But first the after party where we rock it up

Yo, yo, we rock the spot 'til it's stopped by the cops

Pull a little static and your ass will get dropped

Supposed to serve and protect

Worse yet, they get up on my nerves and the threaten with the nightstick

That ain't right yo, I won't get romantic