歌曲 | 'Bout That Time |
歌手 | Large Professor |
专辑 | 1st Class |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mitchell | |
It's about the time | |
Yeah... aha, aha | |
You know... | |
Yeah, word up | |
[Large Professor] | |
C'mon | |
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'ma 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 | |
[Hook] | |
It's about that time | |
[Large Professor] | |
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 Holden | |
And Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fort | |
Every day, all day not new to the sport | |
In Elisabeth, 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 | |
[Hook] | |
[Large Professor] | |
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'ma still be |
zuo ci : Mitchell | |
It' s about the time | |
Yeah... aha, aha | |
You know... | |
Yeah, word up | |
Large Professor | |
C' mon | |
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' ma 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 | |
Hook | |
It' s about that time | |
Large Professor | |
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, fourfifth Holden | |
And Jamaica, Queens I' m true to the fort | |
Every day, all day not new to the sport | |
In Elisabeth, 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 | |
Hook | |
Large Professor | |
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' ma still be |
zuò cí : Mitchell | |
It' s about the time | |
Yeah... aha, aha | |
You know... | |
Yeah, word up | |
Large Professor | |
C' mon | |
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' ma 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 | |
Hook | |
It' s about that time | |
Large Professor | |
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, fourfifth Holden | |
And Jamaica, Queens I' m true to the fort | |
Every day, all day not new to the sport | |
In Elisabeth, 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 | |
Hook | |
Large Professor | |
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' ma still be |