Lyrics:
just kind of had to kick rocks
I just had to keep it on lock
I don't really want to flock
Level up get it by myself or not
I'm not looking at the score
seduction
Whoo-hoo, I’m a backdoor man
I give you all you need to make you satisfied
I’m gonna rock around the clock with you all night
I make
to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock I'm
kinda up
I cant spare none of you niggaz
I ran outta give a fuks
Why dey mad at me
It's cause I'm blessed and prayed up
On my moma a nigga play around
Statik Selektah fuck around, lay around
Shit done happen to the best
You are now witnessing a metamorphosis
Of a narcissist with a bizarre sickness
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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