Past three o?clock And a cold frosty morning Past three o?clock Good morrow masters all Church bells are chiming Ding dong, ding dong One two three
, new millennium There's a party tonight, everybody was drinkin' The house was screamin' and the bass was shakin' And it won't be long till everybody knowin' at twelve o clock At 12 o clock
'Cause we takin' over one city at a time Said, we takin' over one city at a time Said, we takin' over one city at a time Said, we takin' over one city
time of year again I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again And the train runs late for the first time A
' and the women at Y'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flow Six with no steering wheel, I just tell it where to go, uh "Stop, make a right at the bar
o'clock to 5 o'clock and no way will I ever waste a second of the time I got, i keep my pupils engaged , like a classroom in holy matrimony but im only
my thing underwater) We're swimmin' past a clock Who has its hand behind its back On past reality, he ain't lookin' for a moment We'll leave a candle
whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of Syria A true don, only I could do wrong Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint Retard
so thankful I made it through) Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin
so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin
uh Now here's a little story about a girl with a Big Ole Butt A huh yeah I like Big Ole Butts you dig? I was at the Tunnel sippin on champagne Takin a
roulette, fuck the threat Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin' in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash Three G's in the
okay Have a good time, son And good luck finding your way out Wait a minute, I don't like it in here Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here Let there
make a living, he's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living, he's a
streets with a psychotic thugs wont stop playing for keeps He waiting to get tipped for your and your peeps Clock ticking slow its a quarter past three
explain it to you though I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy Drive em crazy dirty like me You a hater you a
