Lyrics:
Instead of being left in the cold to rot
'Cause he got stopped by a small white rock
I hope in time things change
And that i'm around to see that stage
I'm not a pussy, don't push me
But if you want smoke, meet me in the parking lot
I'm in the booth around 5'O'Clock
Bars cannot hold me, Shakur, Tupac
obtain this is arcane,
rappers ask for the mic like my baby want some ice cream, stop crying, not buying,
drop jewel & I clock coin, floss gem like I
‘Cause we are all being punked by the clock
Roll the rock
O cavemen cavemen where d'ya go? There's no spare land and nothing to know
All around
(Shit what is next?
Three o'clock, Sunday mornin'
He high, huh?
For sure)
I don't compete with no local niggas, I did it already (I did it
the door
And the PK nothing giving you something to rock to
To go nonstop to, not have to look at the clock you
Percieve, but can't believe you're being
the door
And the PK nothing giving you something to rock to
To go nonstop to, not have to look at the clock you
Percieve, but can't believe you're being
jumpin' around with the broshigeez
And get less by the beat pharmacy, 'cuz they hitting you with
[CHORUS]
...worrrrd up
...worrrrd up
Look out
your my rock star Shorty
Here's my number shit, you don't gotta to call me
Shorty
[Chorus: x2]
I'm chilling in my 4.6, at the light
5 o'clock in
and on the case
Gettin straight to the point with no time to waste
The point is that this party needs to be rocked
Wioth drummin thumpin beats around the clock
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No
me chance, never peeped what I got
Imma dodge on every bullet, go on take another shot
Coming straight out the dirt, I was molded by the rocks
I'm
of pyramids
Egyptian African now I’m on a black watch
Check your sun dial and synchronize your clock
When it ticks make sure it doesn’t tock on the offbeat
Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my money lay ya
And I know
listen
To what we say because this type of shit happens every day
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
Gave myself a (stretch up), a mornin' yawn
you gon' be"
?
In the late night!
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nothin'
A skateboard and leather boots, and she's on the run
You'll know she's around when you hear her singing old punk-rock
And there'll be graffiti on every wall
mass run by CIA rats
Straight trash make DEASH print cash and blame some other cats
Nothing matters living on this dead rock evil gathers
Morals shatter
this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score games down the block
For me it's hip hop around the clock
Critical, I'm bound
to rock
If Pinky grinned any harder
I'd swear he's pierce both his ears
The brothers non-stop pop around the clock
And the mirrorball,
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
you know that I'm blessed
It wasn't enough for you, but that shit was enough for me
Get me blind, watch me by the clock, it's time and don't you see
It
We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop
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