Lyrics:
Feel those bands, I'm going down like a fire in my gut
Every bar when they push through
Got me too deep, ten feet in a rut
Feel the rush when you
time for none of the bitch shit
It's all defined
By what you doing now
Is you gonna get it now
cre you gonna wait around
Or are you gonna put it down
might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out
all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
homies
Every single day on the Turf
So when the album released
He thought his check might increase
But he didn't see the loot
Every time he called
don't seem to want it
When we are young
We all want someone
Who we think is the one
Just to fit in
There's no need to rush
Take your time
Life's a big
can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Never take for
Imma hold mine
Like I be grabbing stuff
These bitches know I stay on go time
They call me Captain Crunch
I stay speeding up
But I don't have to rush
Keep
now we moving up
Jejelyoo jeje life say na turn by turn jejelyoo jeje
All of my guys we going big (turn up)
Ohhh no dey rush me say no dey push me
time ain’t for wasting
Grind by myself for the life I been aiming
Out from the basement, ain’t chasing placements
Talk up your pen I just come and erase
time
So grab a hold of your seats while I open your mind
And take you back to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my
to ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 3X)
[Verse One: Jay-Z ]
Aiyyo fuck why'all, niggaz I crush why'all, rush why'all
with
OH HI
I JUST NEED AN ALIBI
THAT DOESN'T CARE TO ASK ME WHY
WHO'S GONNA TELL A REAL BIG LIE
WHEN THE COPS STOP BY
YOU AND ME SITTING UP THERE IN
a program where i'm trapped in
By old heads that gave up and kids stuck being unhappy
And sitting wasting time, while I get these hands to clapping
I'm here
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
Sunset late bright pink skies
Thinking about the good times
All alone on a beach in Hawaii in the glimmering light with you by my side
Wheels rollin
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
Super duper early morning Sunday breakfast
Ain't in a rush to go to church because I used protection
You complain about the way I cooked your eggs
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
pictures and the cars and the wallets
He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?
Got mad bodies, ?Roy is hotter than Cochran?
Besides
'til I'm out of touch
Go good she gon' fall in love
Its been a long time since she got a nut
We can take our time we ain't got to rush
And nah she
Claus comes tonight
So grab your eggnog, grab your beer
Time to celebrate Christmas cheer
A grand old time on this big old sphere
A blink of an eye
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
rush mic's
Disarmed for that gold-piece charm
Red alert, we all alarmed, ready for combat
No contact, counting backwards ten-to-one
Now let me launch
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