Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clockin' G's , by - LL COOL J. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Clockin' G's |
| Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to |
| Huh yaknahmean? |
| Uhh, bounce, yeah |
| Uhh. |
| bounce, yeah |
| Uhh. |
| you heard it from hearsay |
| Uhh. |
| you heard it from hearsay |
| You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'til you can’t no more |
| Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that Bentley door |
| Cuban chain tucked in so the back’ll show |
| Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough |
| Fo' karats in each ear, lettin dude know |
| That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow |
| Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands |
| Pass the Heineken, you’re not a Crist' fan |
| Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis |
| To bag a ghetto Midas |
| Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michael Vick jersey |
| The white on whites from Uptown |
| Wifebeater underneath |
| If it’s totally necessary, some gold teeth, it’s on you |
| Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell |
| What the hell, these clowns is pointin at? |
| (If you got the time. then I’ve got the time) You clockin' G’s |
| You’re monopoly, and you property |
| (Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G’s |
| (If you got the time. then I’ve got the time) You clockin' G’s |
| You’re monopoly, and you property |
| (Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G’s |
| Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww) |
| Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea) |
| Hand on your waist just in case it’s on |
| Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break of dawn |
| Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car |
| Rollin up to rush into the bar |
| It’s a simple recipe, I-C-E |
| S-H-I-N-E equals free P |
| Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty |
| Hot and broke, daddy have mercy |
| She want Prada, the pearl of drawers |
| The new Fendi mink so she can act stink |
| The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes |
| The Mz. |
| Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight |
| One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night |
| Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight |
| It’s that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin |
| Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin |
| Head-boppin, neck-jerkin |
| Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin |
| Head-boppin, neck-jerkin |
| Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin |
| Head-boppin, neck-jerkin |
| Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin |
| Huh. |
| waffle house, three-thirty |
| You ain’t really hungry, you do it for the birdies |
| (Fly pelican fly) And they do it for you |
| Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do |
| You know the game, you a patient killer |
| Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla |
| She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD’s |
| Cause it’s lookin so sick, with six TV’s |
| While you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-five |
| Ridin real slow that’s how gangstas ride |
| You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can’t no more |
| Dream over, you’re closin the Bentley door, out |
| — repeat 2X |