take, your time... your time your time... your time your time yo yo yo your time... your time your time your time yo yo yo your time... your time your time your time
to take, your time... your time your time... your time your time yo yo yo your time... your time your time your time yo yo yo your time... your time your time your time
And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink Bring on your G's, your Q's, your R's and your Alphas It is time - Shalom! And ya don't stop - Sisseeeeeeeeeeee
continual You're living simplistically, yet speak of reality Your science, elementary - Dare speak? You can't get with me Look at the wax, it's hieroglyphic, it's
Not me, no more, it's a new day I'm in a new ride, and it's looking too gray Remember if you sew it, it'll read right back So when you treat a nigga wrong
life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high these niggaz got me tossin shit I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga
, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My
to have a fight, look, look (we can throw it off nigga) (What's up nigga? What's up?) Throw yo mothafuckin hands up nigga That's right, we gone take it
:] Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down [Verse 1: Thorough] He's got his head tilted back on his
baby lakeside, swans and ducks Way outta touch with that fast lane Keepin' it slow not here to critize The last man brother for fo sho' it's time You
, and the hoody?s way too moody For a kid with the will to funk He dances in secret; he?s a part-time punk She?s getting off the plane She wants to write
Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it like that Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it like that Here we go
M.C.'s "Together Forever (Live at Hollis Park '84)"] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right
the air but i kick a new bucket Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya
out like an inmate Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it Chorus: (On the world) Shittin on it (On
drinking that god sip dot com Now I gotta work with your tone How many roller stones you want Yeah I got a brand new spirit, Picking it when it's done
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
