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There's a time to play and there's a time for *** 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 ****** just relax I'm coming like a nut, butt ****** 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 *** 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 **** 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 *** 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 *** 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 ****, 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