Lyrics:
Tock
4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock Tock
7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock Tock
10, 11, 12, let's roll, let's rock
Second by second
sixty seconds in one
Second Appellate District
Division Seven
Denied the petition the investors
Petitioned for review
The National Association of
Securities Dealers
(NASD) was
only hope's your victory
Kill that Satan who won't let us be--kill!
[Chorus]
You're the Keeper of the Seven Keys
That lock up the seven seas
up seven rows
Because I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, come on (really really fat)
You know I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, you know it (really really fat)
You
Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second coming
Humming coming
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
Show the world you're no clown
Everybody wise up!
Say you got an "I","T"
Followed by apostrophe, "s"
Now what does that mean?
You would not use "it's"
Simpson family hardly spoke
With seven kids, it wasn't a joke
Just meeting at night on the sofa
All trying to watch TV
Tucked away in North West
Driving through the Drive Thru I've been gone
Five minutes and seven seconds long
I see you in cherry blossom form
I've got a thing for you
Driving
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
Happy people divided by 1
Leave nothing, nothing, none
You got 2 again, you got 2 again
You used to love me once and now, you
A snow white line of divine freaks
In riot, where they fell...
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
For seven days and seven festival nights
seconds I'll find my closure
Nine seconds before we're over
Eight seconds I've had enough
Seven seconds you can't be trusted
Six seconds free from you
Five
you, but
It's better if I hear it from you
You know what, let me explain myself
It's 7 AM, you're still here with me
And last night I held you
We put the windows down and our heads out
As we're driving towards the denying
Work the 9 to 5 can go by quick
Take your vitamins read your morning
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
for him
Hops in the seven
He gets six figures
When he gets off at five
I'm what he's hungry for
Three little letters and I'm in the mood (in
of the Second Age,
Great elven smiths forged rings of power.
Sung, female:
As I return to my room
And as sleep takes me by my hand
Madrigals from the woods
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
the air
'cause I found you
These gut reactions are the best thing you can go by
Premonitions are the second, that's for sure
(that's for sure, oooah)
Remember the minutes spent together
You called me Rainman
Then kissed me for three seconds
Ooh, no one else has ever fit
The equation quite like you
White
"Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Goes by but it just wont stop
Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Wont Stop!
its 7 in the morning
we better get up
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