I talk on the phone Until my ears are numb My friends all say it's because I can't face anyone I know I'm just passing time I'm just passing time
Traduction: Bijou. Juste Time Passing.
[feat. Akon] [Akon:] Testing one, two, three... Akon and YB... [Verse 1: Ya Boy] Lock down time to make my block proud California own twenty four I
scratch, for a dime sack and a cigar To the world, I was just another nothing ass nigga But I made it out the ghetto, in the nick of time Right before
's and laughing while I pass through times And all thes back stabbers be watchin Just keep it plain I'm a keep it the same partner Just take it the
thuggin' All the rest of you bustas die slow! [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal You know Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu' pass
this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass
it's gotta be right No time for games, it's gotta be tight I just want this to be special, special If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right No time for
figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time
for the crew like the jewel was the jewel Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the ?cool
just saw him in Atlanta So I hopped on the first thing smokin to Atlanta Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom Security hopped out no Joe in here Just
don't bring half of them shits out All this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out I mean I like the taste, could have saved myself six hours How many times
time I'm up all the time I'm up on the grind So a big booty and a blunt would be fine Just wanna feel fine Just wanna kill time Just wanna relax and think
came to clip me When time go by, you'll soon forget me They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentley's Then they use one of my lines just to
Situations I be kickin' just you get you pacin' That attentive, parental supervision, you should do the diction Street chronicles, struggles and losses
I get deeper, dope b-boy speaker Practice what I preach-a, DAMN I'm a keepr, huh [Verse 12: Just Ice (Nas)] Just the mic and make 'em stand up [RAW!]
Cal with the crew to show'em how You like me now, with the sound straight underground Putt'n it down, lift up this jewel that I have found And pass it
