Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time, artist - FlipSyde. Album song We The People, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Time |
Time, time is on your side |
It’s a lovely ride you wanna step inside |
Time, time is on your side |
It’s a lovely ride you wanna step inside |
We all fit to glide |
When the time tic Pipe rhyme sick |
Call 'em Jorginho Pull a dime chick |
Run with a click like Al Pacino in the God Father |
Bitch why bother fahgetaboutit |
I’ll bang ya grand daughter if she in college |
Don’t ever doubt it keep it cracked open like crack flowin' in western Oakland |
Tryin' to stack somethin' from rap bustin' and keep on goin' |
Like a drive by I ride high |
With 90 guys that shoulda died high from bad vibes in 95 |
But I surprise guys |
Never been thuggin' robbin or muggin doin' my thizzle |
But kept under you gotta love 'em bodies is missin' |
Sleepin' with fishes feedin' the worms |
If I ain’t eatin' then I ain’t concerned |
I’m out of time |
Now I’m breathin inhalein' for the first time |
Heart beatin keepin' the rhythym as I rhyme |
And I can’t take a second cause it ain’t mine to take from dawn to late |
I’m riding the wave It’s my fate singing |
I’m ready for love I’m ready for hate I’m ready for shame bring it my way |
Hey hey you touch me you feel me your my little lady from New Orleans |
Smoke me down walk the streets with the ghost in the middle of the night |
Just hey I’m headin' out West in search of faith in search of faith |
And the pain stops when the rain drops its like sex 'n |
Feelin' the beat from the heat and then keep flexin' |
Next is continue stepin' and never stressin' |
No second guessin' just believe |
Receive the blessin' |
I’m up at Bens Burgers Fuck what you heard of |
Throw ya turf up on my CBR side show jerkin' and pickin' work up |
On the sidewalk weavin' through cars doors is ajar |
See them ghetto boys high as Uranus Saturn and Mars |
This be the new Bay run in with pistols and lay 'em down |
Cause ain’t no new yay sufferin' shortages in the town |
Bring in the new day when it’s no politicians and cops and ain’t nobody |
Starvin' and broke and nobody sellin' rocks |