| You know what time it is
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| You know what time it is
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| You know what time it is
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| You know what time it is
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| When cats hop out of the whip with masks on
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| All black on with macs on (you know what time it is)
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| I spent more than 10 minutes g’ing you bitch
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| And I take your ass back to the crib (you know what time it is)
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| Lounging before SWAT raid, this motherfucker owe me money
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| And he just got paid (you know what time it is)
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| Flow vomitus, one verse burst thermometers
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| Whenever Droog’s in the spot (you know what time it is)
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| Yo I’m a get biz with my name on the marquee
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| Make me bring out the Bulls fitted, black hoodie, and Barkleys
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| Went out to the store, bought a loose and a quarter juice
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| Used to do the crimes, now I just report the news
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| Words from the crime blotter make every rhyme hotter
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| Still a dime spotter, spit a loogie, I G, and I got her
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| Old Droog is a shotta
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| Had wolves since Steph, KG, and Gugliotta
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| And son is 6 o’clock, not 7: 30
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| Study my ass off, but I’m never nerdy
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| We hitting the books, you don’t get points for hanging out
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| With someone everyday then getting them jooks
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| Smell the steal coming miles away
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| It’s child’s play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
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| Posted by the bar holding a scotch
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| Don’t know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch
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| Jewels in large quantities, but instead of letting me school em on the cheese
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| They go to school on the cheese
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| Never be hip-hop honorees, I squeeze
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| Leave these wannabes to die, see ya, ya Maimonides
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| Stay slurring your words, but you pronounce dead-on arrival? |
| Dead on arrival
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| Straight up abuse, didn’t even get the chance to
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| Live off orange and cranberry hospital juice
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| I have little use for sunglasses and Advil
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| I’m sober, street dreaming, hitting mics with mad appeal
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| Always had the will to win, we’re the villain
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| Illin' and good on the island like Gilligan
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| Whether the island is Coney or Rikers
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| Old Droog is a monster like Swizz
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| How we flip a Fame sample in this funboy climate?
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| Peace to my slime Skizz, you know what time it is
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| Going for the gusto ock, I know what time it is
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| And dust the ho’s clock
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| Do my joint like Blow Pop
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| Ya’ll ain’t ever get no wok in the terrace of your co-op
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| Lighting bogies on the stovetop, piping bitches who star in soap operas
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| What’s popping? |
| Ain’t no stopping us
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| Stay consistent with the stuff you cop from us
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| I’m not gonna switch up while in my prime, like Optimus
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| I opt to miss out on social events
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| Just to stay home and invent, it’s past due
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| Who makes the rules? |
| Droog! |
| That’s who
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| You need to chill Vincent, because ain’t nobody asked you
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| I pass through, never linger and dwell
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| Looking tired as hell, you can tell I’ve been through the wringer
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| Plucking female singers
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| And you ain’t have to cock block dog, I woulda let you smell my fingers
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| Like the good Droog that I am
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| Shouldn’t be looking out for anybody but my fam
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| Done leading horses to the spring
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| While I tour the universe, you on CUNYfirst, picking courses for the spring
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| Hearing me MC
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| See you at BMCC, motherfucker
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| You should study to be an optometrist
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| So you can fix your eyes and see exactly what time it is |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Know What Time It Is , by - Your Old Droog. Song from the album Your Old Droog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп