Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tick Tock, artist - The Alchemist. Album song 1st Infantry Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2005
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Tick Tock |
| Uhh yeah yeah yo |
| It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks |
| Comin' through better hide your wristwatch |
| Because niggas well live they shits pop |
| Hey hey |
| Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock |
| Light a L baby let the Crys' pop |
| Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday |
| 5'8″ with double-X-L pen saggin' blunts draggin' |
| But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street |
| One way is where blood money coke and homicide leap |
| The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet |
| Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete |
| So you can be an architect design appartments and shit |
| Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip |
| Soon as I’m on the set I’m never on a chick I play it cool |
| But still ain’t pussy muscles get wet it’s just the booze |
| Check my niggas, what’s the gossip, what’s the word |
| Puff some herb, all I see is niggas runnin', chin shots |
| All I heard, dip behind the car, see somebody on the ground |
| Ambulance came and got 'em they start calmin' down |
| Now it’s back to the same old shit, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit |
| In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip |
| Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up, scream that I’m dyin' |
| I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are |
| Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah |
| Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks |
| Comin' through better hide your wristwatch |
| Because niggas well live they shits popped |
| Hey hey |
| Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock |
| Light a L baby let the Crys' pop |
| Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday |
| It’s like this nigga |
| It’s on, toilet up for me, roll that shit big |
| While I reveal the story of a wild street kid |
| Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit |
| The spittin' image of how I live |
| Well first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks |
| I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen |
| Keep your mouth closed and your eyes and your ears wide open |
| Gangsta, I soaked it all in, my first ammo was a one shot |
| Deuce deuce, had my pockets full of bullets I was real loose |
| Thug parties out in wave crash always got shot up |
| Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up |
| No wonder we bugged out it gets so frantic |
| Niggas aim on the fight, we cut yo melon |
| Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull |
| Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit fuck it we was broke |
| Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this |
| He said: P you gon' wind up dead |
| You and Hav' real good with that music shit |
| You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind of the street |
| And it stuck in the back of my head, though |
| I still did my little bit of menacin' |
| Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight |
| Like these things really happen niggas get cut up |
| I put it in my rappin' |
| It’s non fiction it’s the real deal fiscale |
| It couldn’t get more graphic I’m so trail |
| I said it’s non fiction it’s the real deal fiscale |
| City you havin' let me touch that ass |