Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time Is Now, artist - CES Cru. Album song 13, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Time Is Now |
I don’t really care who’s 'bout to blow |
I don’t even know what’s going down |
I’m just getting ready for the show |
Can’t wait till we can leave this town |
Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue and blow that down |
Get back home with a couple of racks, put the lock on the latch and blow fat |
pounds |
Y’all stand up so we hold ya down, y’all scream loud and I love that sound |
Shit looks weird from up here now that we’re finally outta that background |
Hands go up and the love goes round |
Now… |
Deadly as I’ll ever be, ready yeah I better be |
Call up my connect and tell my manager don’t schedule me |
I’m out this bitch quick wit a lit cigarette and a backpack full of white Ts |
Taking a bunk on a bus and I don’t give a what just going with the breeze |
Taking it back in the day, making a way |
Taking a chance, taking a dare, make an advance, what do you know, |
make some fans |
I can remember December the venue was packed and we sat in the back with the |
mixed drink |
Wit no mic check, and a fucked? |
slot, with the both of us thinking the shit |
stinks |
Either way we tore the place down, murdering it like this ain’t they town? |
Either we get back home and the people we touched so much decided to stay down |
Realise it ain’t no 8 mile, this whole shit here’s taking the cake now |
We put in the work and all I can hope is that we made the 816 proud |
Looking down from here the shit’s wild, I gotta plug my ears cause shit’s loud |
We got a long way to go wit a little bit of dro and a lot a bit of dough and a |
paypal, now |
I don’t really care who’s 'bout to blow |
I don’t know what’s going down |
I’m just getting ready for the show |
Can’t wait 'til we leave this town |
Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue, blow that down |
Get back home with a couple of racks put the lock on the latch and blow fat |
pounds |
Y’all stand up so we hold ya down, y’all scream loud and we love that sound |
Shit look weird from up here now that we’re finally outta that background |
Hands go up and the love go round |
Now understand I stood upon the smaller stage and miss the audience and friends |
Who would never take me serious I never thought that this could end |
I was lost in innocence and not as popular as them |
But now I’m a prophet wit the pen, I’m pulling a profit wit the pen |
They pull and they pop it, in the street where the bodies and bullets drop 'em |
Doing my laundry, was a shock when the lobby was full of cops |
But who could believe it? |
When I dream I acheive it |
Why should I stop? |
I never will peak and take the sit? |
in one spot, |
push for the top |
And I has to play it small and act as if I was unsure |
So all the people I had around wouldn’t have to feel insecure |
Now I live the dream my confidence has burst from every seam |
So when we meet in person now you feel uncertain, is it me? |
They treated me like dirt cheap, discouraged me to speak |
And now they lined up with they hands out, who’s first to get a piece? |
What I need is what I’m worth believe, we don’t work for free |
We got a thirst for green I, search and I see, its 13 |
I don’t really care who’s 'bout to blow |
I don’t even know what’s going down |
I’m just getting ready for the show |
Can’t wait 'til we can leave this town |
Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue, blow that down |
Get back home with a couple a racks put the lock on the latch and blow flat |
pounds |
Y’all stand up so we hold y’all down |
Y’all scream loud and we love that sound |
Shit look weird from up here now that we’re finally outta that background |
Hands go up and the love go round |
Hands go up and the love go round |
Hands go up and the love goes round |
Hand go up and the love goes round |