Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phonetime, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Album song The Reunion, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Phonetime |
| Son I zone, my gun is never on safety |
| I copped the new Jordan’s, the white ones wit skate key |
| {Me, I’m just chillin Pop, serving my time |
| Got my greens on, these faggots ain’t deservin a shine} |
| And yeah, while I’m home you like livin abroad |
| I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board |
| {When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord |
| Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored} |
| Yea, it’s nuthin, cause I’m gettin bread |
| Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head |
| {You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard |
| He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God |
| Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown |
| I copped the four-fifth auto, it’s pretty with chrome |
| {The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac |
| A few jump offs, some Dom’s, some beer, and the crack} |
| I’m outside on the streets, just holdin it down |
| I’m in the studio, droppin sixteen’s wit hooks |
| I’m in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks |
| I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June |
| {My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings |
| You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens} |
| And dat’s my dun too, so I’mma find out now |
| And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl |
| {On the other side of things, I’m tryin to get released |
| Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast} |
| Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake |
| Don’t lose your C.R., son you’ll get your open date |
| {Dun, I’mma see ya regardless |
| Cause I got two violent felony charges} |
| And you know your appeal is progress |
| And we gon keep this tight |
| I keep your commisary phat, I’mma keep you right |
| {I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks |
| Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks} |
| And you ain’t gotta thank me, real niggas do real things |
| I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things |
| I’m outside on the streets, just holdin it down |
| I’m in the studio, droppin sixteen’s wit hooks |
| I’m in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks |
| I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June |
| I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa |
| And guess what? |
| I made you executive producer |
| Some extra G’s, so when you come home you breathe |
| {They won’t believe to see me come home to a V |
| Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds |
| I gotta C.O. |
| thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave} |
| Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes |
| We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows |
| Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild |
| Capone home, niggas still diggin our style |
| {Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? |
| I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine} |
| Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice |
| Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post |
| And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast |
| {Son there’s only one minute left |
| Son there’s only one minute left, son I’m ghost} |
| I’m outside on the streets, just holdin it down |
| I’m in the studio, droppin sixteen’s wit hooks |
| I’m in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks |
| I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June |
| I’m outside on the streets, just holdin it down |
| I’m in the studio, droppin sixteen’s wit hooks |
| I’m in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks |
| I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June |