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Artists:

The Alarm Clocks


Albums:

Clocks (Coldplay) · Stop the Clocks [Bonus DVD] (Oasis) · Stop the Clocks (Oasis) · Stop the Clocks (Oasis) · Stop the Clocks [2-CD] (Oasis) · Clocks (Eklipse) · Clocks [Japan EP] (Coldplay) · Make the Clocks Move [Bonus Tracks] (Kevin Devine) · Make the Clocks Move (Kevin Devine) · Stop the Clocks (Oasis) – and 12 other albums »


time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.

My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's watch is
100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's watch is
avoidin what I'm s'posed to do
A co-worker gets on my case
Tellin me I need to smile, I hate this place
At 3 o'clock I walk outside
Standin by the backdoor
100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's watch is
repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low
repotoire is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got blown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut
repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low
repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low
the glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die
Blind ya when we comin
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)