Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 'Bout That Time, artist - Large Professor. Album song 1st Class, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.10.2002
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
'Bout That Time |
| It’s about the time |
| Yeah… aha, aha |
| You know… |
| Yeah, word up |
| Lights, cameras, action it’s on |
| Straight outta gate with another hot song |
| Keepin real thou gonna last long |
| Break out the stiletto coming mad strong |
| Bounce if you wanna, lounge’ll play the corner |
| I’m New York talking that gangster talk |
| 24 bases, queue to the oasis |
| Suspicius see eyes and no faces |
| Been there, years just put in to work |
| For the dough, so you know that I couldn’t get jerked |
| Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk |
| In the rental until the end of the earth |
| I’mma be that fellow with the mozzarela |
| Allways cooking up the new hot seller |
| Putting that money in the bank like the teller |
| And this be the number one rank, let me tell you |
| It’s about that time |
| On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain |
| In 2000 new car, new house and |
| Buy the whole store up, style I’m too pro, son |
| Get eaven more buckwild, I draw crowds and |
| In every state I still draw them at every forum |
| Don’t loose no points I just score them |
| And count blessings at the top of my freshness |
| Live, get it right this is not no job |
| Today or tomorrow it doesn’t matter |
| Got the stages moving on up the ladder |
| And stay grounded, remember the Bronx cause they founded |
| Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid |
| Golden, before I forget hold it |
| Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Colden |
| And Jamaica, Queens I’m true to the fort |
| Every day, all day not new to the sport |
| In the least bit, kids in Queens is who I feast with |
| When I ain’t in the lab flipping beats with |
| Drums to pound, I be breaking it down |
| With homeboy Van on the way uptown |
| How that sound |
| There’s a whole lot of rappers in the world today |
| Some good, there is some that got nothing to say |
| Some fake, some false, some imitation |
| But I’m the uncut raw for your generation |
| Work magic with terms like never before |
| Hang them rappers live, leave their head on the floor |
| Drop hits for the hiphop crowd that rock kicks and hats |
| Crisped jeans and whips to match |
| Hardcore system up on blast |
| Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past |
| In the streets try to hustle while eating a meal |
| Watching out so you don’t get beaten in the grill |
| Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you will |
| Be the next one up, I’m feeding the real |
| So get eardrums, son, and start heating the drill |
| One time and this is what y’all feel and I’mma still be |