Showbiz & A.G.

Showbiz & A.G. - Time For lyrics

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There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck
 Watch your spot  cause if you sleep you'll get got
 Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip hop

 It's the little big man  y'all little niggas just relax
 I'm coming like a nut  butt niggas catching heart attacks
 Adversaries better maintain
 Don't even riff  stram  cause I'm a one man gangbang
 Boom  I hit it, now money I really did it
 Brung out the beast in me, and the freaks be getting with it
 Yes the fame is what they sweat
 But you came for me to entertain then I'll make you wet
 Meanwhile, got to keep a low profile
 Our style is true, so yes I do smile
 Original, just like the Dirty Rotten
 And while our foes is plotting, Show is riding shotgun

 There's a time to play and there's a time for sex
 There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck
 Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got
 Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop

 Since I hit the boom, they say my brain is doomed
 I object, it's sustained, now name this tune
 Bringing more than other brothers on computers
 Long as my vision ain't blurry, don't worry, pass the buddhas
 Forget karate, cause I'd rather kick a lyric
 You ain't trying to hear it? Then I'll be talking to your spirit
 Show hit me off with the hype shit
 Who needs pencils and papers? Brain cells is what I write with
 The format, told you last LP I'm all that
 Step to A.G., then you're best to be sure, black
 Roll with my crew, I got the O.E.
 20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like TLC

 Now when you play, it'd better not be with Show and Dre

 Or sex in between the sheets at my rest

 Now it's time to lounge and I'm free from all clowns

 Now who's catching wreck? I hit the cess, yes

 There's a time to play and there's a time for sex
 There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck
 Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got
 Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop

 I get rough and I hurt 'em like a puff of the ganja
 Tough like Tonka, you'll get seen by the Jolly Green
 Monster, the G sell out? Hell no
 A good fellow who sports the shell toes
 Step to me, I'll shoot you and your deputy
 Everybody's in jeopardy except for me
 They pop shit, like their skills I can't top it
 I'm the one to rock with, lounge and pop some chocolate
 I'm coming through, so what you gonna do?
 When I hit you in the head with the lead from the number 2
 A black boo, leaving suckers froze like a statue
 Styles are coming at you, real like my tattoo
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Publisher: D.I.T.C. Records

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Language: English

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