Cola I'm the woo-o-oh oh the sweet thing my girl lollipop she growing mad crops she rollin' herbs everyday at about 4 o' clock tick tock strike the hammer
got this party on pump All the hoes look like they wanna hump I'm bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt On a mizznission about that cut Rough, buck, smokin' on a blizznut Ticked
Like Coca Cola I'm the woo-o-oh oh the sweet thing My girl lollipop she growing mad crops She rollin' herbs everyday At about 4 o' clock Tick tock Strike
and twerkin it perfectly, Circle da glock I'm like fuck it I'm bustin 'em I'm cussin' 'em like fuck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em, Work 'em til
a million copies to Jabba Discussing business over Java Ended up moving each unit for 80 dollars Drove off in a space Impala Watching EPs of Buck Rogers
top soon as you came through Shot through, don't even know the half of my crew I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit Clocks tick,
sight as she was staring Checking me up and down, yeah, at the gear that I was wearing I had an office jacket, Polo shirt, diamond on my hand Stonewashed pants ticked
try to hide but that poparazi kno its us by the bar jus rockin to the rythm i dont drink margaritas but my hoes fuck wit em tick? strapped up beat? strapped
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day, Airing my tires and all my cares are far away, You're looking like a million bucks, feeling good and
Chandler]The album...I got the preorders in, they look great. The album sounds great. [mc chris]Thanks a lot. [Tim Chandler]You look like a million bucks
Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock
Dodge With a blue-tick hound ridin' in the bed You're red, you're red If you're into sittin' in a tree stand for daylight With an eight point buck in
silence she's a high-plains drifter, loner baby's a rebel cool disposition gets ya shows ya new level crazy abrasive enough to make me wanna taste it figure out what makes it tick
the use of abusive music Severing nuses hanigng in to bump the box Proving that these L.A. blocks won't stop Harm's ticking like a clock arm on the glock
shit is bumpin' on every track Nigga them dice ain't got no love Shakin' like a nigga scared behind his gun 'cause see, I tick like time and man I time like tick
I bail and spray with my AK And even if they shoot me down, there'll be another nigga bigger From the muthafuckin' underground,, so step but you better step quick 'Cause the clocks goin' tick
spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another ni**a bigger from the mutha-f**kin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick
bones A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop And if you got rubbed, you got stuck You got shot, you got bucked