Lyrics:
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
record agent
I'm a friend of a friend
Night club, country club, any club
I get you in
If you fancy pretty ladies, fast cars
Then come talk to me
I'll just
me at 3 I'll clock ya dead by 4
Cos me and my click whoa we're well hardcore
Man ya get a drivebyin a me drive by car
Lover lover loverman dem talk
The clock starts ticking the moment they are called
Smurfs, whoever shot him in the back walked up on him
Assassinated
He's got a gun, Dad. Be
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
You know you a bad thang
You wanna sit back in a fast car in the fast lane
I got my chain on and my strings tied and my bag safe
You wanna see
me over at the draft, G
7 o'clock I dumped the body, now I'm changin cars
Get 'em up with Face, now it's time to take them hoes to war
Called up
niggas keep talkin'
All you high paid niggas stay fly
I'ma slide left, fly right on by
I'ma do it on the boulevard
Fast bitches, fast cars and stars
Nothing new
Everything is just a race against the clock
Oh this life is a fast car
We can drive it till the light comes on
I've got a new perspective
like crazy
In the fast lane, I've been shining
Trying to keep the timing on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scoping,
after shot (yeah)
What drink you drink? 'Cause I'm tryna ease your mind
Sip slow, don't drink fast, I'm tryna make this last
Oh, oh-oh
I can tell
leaked
A.K.A. they with me, feelin' low with his J, can be shuttin' down cars, now I'm buildin' through demons
Niggas be stressed by the hoe, I can never,
to press on
It's not white man's finger on the trigger
Car-jacks, drive-by's, callin' each other "nigga"
I'm not here to scold but rather shape n' mold
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
And all our embitterments
Weren't making us any better
The clouds will open the way
Car crash it came so fast
And the love you make won't last
The metal
the clock runs down
I don't wanna waste my seconds, life is a car we drive
Take it off a cliff and wreck it eject and watch me fly
I don't wanna waste my
in the car ill be there by eight
I'm looking at my phone while I'm looking at the clock
Times ticking every minute goes by quick I'm at a stop
Passing
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
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I really started at the bottom
Gotta make it to the top
I had nobody I could follow
Somebody fast forward the clock
To when I'm
bitch tryna fuck me on cam
Ima need two fifty for the screenplay
Selling some strong before Church
Then a pound by tomorrow
Moving shit on a weak day
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