Lyrics:
a four, "Y'all know what this is, stay on the floor!"
(Everybody lay down!)
I pick one of them up and put his face to the wall
Told him: "I want
by the phone
You know it rings a lot inside my head
I daydream you're home
I never knew that it would go this far.
Come pick me up
I'm going down
Like
Got a tax, got a fax
Got the bank book on your back
The clock's 'hittin three
Before you get to 'hittin the sack
Catch a train, catch a plane
Roll
Im in the hood with the og's
Im in the hood with some killas
You cant run up if u know me
You go get hit by them hittas
I bang with them niggas
Me
by out of the blue
They went for drinks shoot some pool
Or maybe her old car broke down
She's stranded fifty miles from town
She's trying to find
brother rolled a clock but its Tiny tho
Bent through casino hella times and i aint see a soul
Glockiana right by my side when im on my own
Might pop this
splat
Now watch it for your back, ay, we rolling down the street
Damn near going 90, too fast for police
They not even driving, it's only fucking three
my stick loaded
And clock in my hotel
Better hide your bitch
She wanna stay with me but I don't know her well
I remember back then
Nobody helped me
[Bounty Killer]
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin' to let me down
And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these
sing in tune
Shush, you're waking up the clock
No time for us
No stopping us
They'll wake us up at dark
There's no drugs in my jam
Sit down
Bend and bust it open for me (bend it, bend it)
Don't you catch them feelings on me (they not allowed)
Bent on the sheets, everything (bite down
[ cool Moe Dee ] We are the Raiders
[ L.A. Sunshine ] Of the Lost Art (8x)
[ Treacherous Three ]
This is a funky expedition, a mission, I had
tell by my flow, been a menace since birth
My wrist got a clock, and it’s time to do work
The ticking don’t stop, ‘til I’m done being first
Lil N****
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
Constant
Every toc we take it from the top
It's that 1 2 3 o'clock 4 o'clock rock
Get your app open
Plot the course you gotta trot
When the mad potent drop
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
you can rev a Harley in the parking lot
Hood-rat shit with all my friends, and making ends by 3 o'clock
Caught by cops, and detained by 4
The rain
don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass
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