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Artist/Band:
L.L. Cool J
Lyrics for Song: Clockin' G's
Lyrics for Album: 10 [2002]
yeah but they need a beat that they can front to ya now what i mean?
'' rrr rock, rock the the the beat"
uh bounce uh "rock the beat" bounce
yeah uh bounce (ya heard it from his state) uh (ya heard it from
his state)
you wanna bang um bang um bang um til you can't no more
daydreamin bout sliden in that bently door
cuban chain tucked in so tha back will show
whip it out in front of chicks they react to dough (word)
fou carrots in each ear lettin dude know
the home still flow like 22's in snow
yankee over dorags extra wrist bands
pass the heniken your'e not a cris fan
ice is the tightest broads breakin they neck
and catchin arthrities to bag a ghetto midas
jeans saggin down with tha micael vick jearsy
white on whites from uptown
white beader underneath
if it's totally neccasary some gold teeth, it's on you (hehe)
pull up to tha club real slow leanin back
on a cell what tha hell these clowns is pointin at?
(chorus 2)
If you've got tha time, then i've got tha time(you clockin g's)
your monopoly and your property(tell homes over there to step
off) (you clockin g's)
slide out slow (slow)
argue on tha phone glance at tha chrome
hand on ya waist just a case is on
fully prepared to go to war til tha break of dawn
slipped a twenty to tha bouncer hold down a car
rollin up to rush into tha bar
it's a simple recipe: I C E S H I N E equals free p
mad birds in da jump off lookin thirsty
hot and broke daddy have mercy
she want prada la pearla draws
the new fendy mink so she can act stink
the camoflauge pumas with the crystal stripes
the miss got rock joint to keep her weave tight
one clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
not noin that your 20 deep and you alright
(chorus2)
it's that head boppin neck jerkin
keep you on tha block cold focus straight workin
head boppin neck jerkin
keep you on tha block cold focus straight workin
head boppin neck jerkin
keep you on tha block cold focus straight workin
head boppin neck jerkin
keep you on tha block cold focus straight workin
waffle house three thirty
you aint really hungry you do it for the birdys (fly pelican fly)
and they do it for you even though they always tell you what they not gonna do
you know tha game you a patient killer
whisper sweet nothins then switch gorrila
she wanna ride in tha six pick cds
cause it's lookin so sick wit'six tvs
why you leanin back laughin do it 25
riden real slow thats how gangstas ride
you wanna bang um bang um bang um til you can't no more
dream over your clothes in tha bently door (out)
(chorus4)
music fades out...
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