This is one of those, A1-Yola raps... Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind...
[Verse 1] When you up all night You see things you shouldn't have saw Because the night gets raw Drama is thicker than Skippy's peanut butter Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man's mother Feelin's empty, Love don't live here anymore Awake like an owl at a quarter to four Don't blink, a Caddy just ran a red light Bumpin' thug life, and I blend with the night
They call me greedy ...(?) to get a girl a beaty It's Andre Nickatina I'm like a genie in a beanie Amarato 88 Cadillac, all black Copy cats try to match But they style ain't exactly the same Somebody said "Freeze it's a raid!" You know cops are comin' when a brotha smells Glazed doughnuts, hold up Patna fill it to the rim (?) Me and money go together like a feather in a brim
I'm a magician ...(?) but I ain't trippin' A girl be yellin...(?) I don't listen Crooked crow Playas seem to like my style Why's that killa whale...
[Chorus]: I stay awake like an owl, Hoo! I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo! I stay awake like an owl, Hoo! I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
[Verse 2] (What are ya baby?) I'm a Raider, camouflaged in silver and the black Tryin' to blitz through the line for the quarter back sack Of the money I dress like it's cold, not sunny But slyer than a (?) fox tryin' to catch a bunny In the snow I'm try'na get paid like a ho Or better yet the pimp that's rakin' in her dough Like a baker But check it, who's the king of the caine? And what's that tiga's name with the Macintosh computer brain mind Or should I say mine? Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my crime I'll call my lawyer! Bail bonds keep me on the streets Three in the mornin' I'm at the club with the freaks But I got hawk eye Meanin' that the joint is bein' watched Drinkin' with the killas that be pushin' up the cost For the drought season ...(?) season ...(?) up they best But those be the ones that don't have to rest Like an owl...
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[Verse 3] I set a trap, I have to spin a web like a spider Don't strike matches, hate child-proof lighters Stay awake Quick(?) as I pick up the pace First I see a girl's butt, then I look at her face I can't explain I'm eatin' garlic bread with the steak ... (????) .... Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part I'm like a sentinel, known to be the principal original Lookin' for the road that's made of gold they call it federal I'm a general, but yet at times I blaze with my lieutenant Popeye, no more blunts(?), who got the spinach? Cough, choke, feelin' no remorse for the roach Choppin' up freaks as ya lounge with your folks Playin' dice, you take a chance at the crap game It's all about the money baby, it's the rap game And I'm an owl...
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Uh... And I'm out Uh, Shit It's a planned emergency, (It's a planned emergency) It's a planned emergency, (It's a planned emergency) What, STOP! Shit, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me...
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