souls, Let the story be told I rock a B-Boy stance Cuz it?s time to explode. CHORUS If you ever want to know what time it is, Compared to what time it
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it They're out to get
might not make it, President got him in the White House naked, Looked at the clock and it said right now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial
there It's time we get even here, when I put the game back In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there You can think whachu want, til I blow
crib and a doe stack That's what I'm lookin for They know just what a brotha needs How to throw it and make him not wanna leave When it's time to go
back It's about guns and drugs and hoes and club [x2] Cypress Hill made a nigga understand How I could just kill a man? Long Beach out of the dark came
be Something more than just metal Now I'm going part time With a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen From my surfer dream She likes the beach boys
fat, just like eight ball stomach. I don't care how fat it is, I still want it! Take a picture of it, that's a kodak moment! If Katt like your ass, baby
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it They're out to
didn't you always find it more out is rejected wouldn't it wise to face facts seemingly Shell Beach is out there know in your eyes, it's a falling out
black like Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it
bout the G's and spread Take it to the head nigga, live what you said You's a hustler, a gangsta, a mack, a pimp You's a hoe nigga, you remind me of my
I rock a b-boys stance Cuz it's time to explode. Chorus If you ever want to know what time it is, compared to what time it isn't When you hear krs in