Traduction: Les Correspondances. Got The Time.
we want Two, three, go! Time, got the time tick tick tickin? in my head Time, got the time tick tick tickin? in my head Time, got the time tick tick
Stuntin all the way across the floor for sure Freshly molded by the hands of the lord and oh Heavens angel, curves in every angle Time play two to tango
you are, you're my best friend I've been thinking of you Got me wondering what would I do Got me thinking I'll be true Got me wondering I'm thinking
the way you are, you're my best friend I've been thinking of you Got me wondering what would I do Got me thinking I'll be true Got me wondering I'm thinking
side You know you get the keys any day you wanna ride And my baby know how to start me up You got the kind of kiss that'll speed a heartbeat up And you got
-fashioned fears TRACY & DYNAMITES And just throw them away MR. PINKY'S STAFF You should add some color and a fresh new "do" DYNAMITES & ENSEMBLE 'Cause it's time
Cheers I flash smiles at the mean looks Got a little too much confidence and seem shook Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took I got a fetish for
for bread, instead of talkin about her show her to earn it without opening legs, why my people rather point fingers and turn up their noses, showin love then strikin a match
the C, the streets raised me properly Block monopoly, always some shit in the block Cali building got naughty, knocked off Big Glock Had to call up Reese's, got
behind me So when the law come looking for me, can't nobody find me Mo' murder, bite em all like gasoline in my gat So you get slid, like you got some
cool reflection Face spill out, fill out the room full of haters section Reck's aggression, cause this Frankiln got tossed For reala gorilla these wars with an extra set of balls Got
be trying the only thing I get, is getting hard I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, holla if you hear me And you with me now, got my life right
the porch smokin a mule den i go sit down pon' de centa', and fill it up this swisher, time 2 lick and roll ganja now smoke up, digest, cums the smoka' time
girl look so fly like me. Why you wasting your time, & boy, running the streets, When you can just come to me? (huh) You know I got what you need, I got
say that You're a millionaire But baby I don't really care 'Cause I just want For you to see that All I want is you I heard you got Gucci belts To match
me to Heaven) Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got
