Time For

There's a time to play and there's a time for sexThere's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreckWatch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get gotOur sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hopIt's the little big man, y'all little niggas just relaxI'm coming like a nut, butt niggas catching heart attacksAdversaries better maintainDon't even riff, stram, cause I'm a one-man gangbangBoom, I hit it, now money I really did itBrung out the beast in me, and the freaks be getting with itYes the fame is what they sweatBut you came for me to entertain then I'll make you wetMeanwhile, got to keep a low profileOur style is true, so yes I do smileOriginal, just like the Dirty RottenAnd while our foes is plotting, Show is riding shotgunThere's a time to play and there's a time for sexThere's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreckWatch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get gotOur sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hopSince I hit the boom, they say my brain is doomedI object, it's sustained, now name this tuneBringing more than other brothers on computersLong as my vision ain't blurry, don't worry, pass the buddhasForget karate, cause I'd rather kick a lyricYou ain't trying to hear it? Then I'll be talking to your spiritShow hit me off with the hype shitWho needs pencils and papers? Brain cells is what I write withThe format, told you last LP I'm all thatStep to A.G., then you're best to be sure, blackRoll with my crew, I got the O.E.20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like TLCNow when you play, it'd better not be with Show and DreOr sex in between the sheets at my restNow it's time to lounge and I'm free from all clownsNow who's catching wreck? I hit the cess, yesThere's a time to play and there's a time for sexThere's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreckWatch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get gotOur sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hopI get rough and I hurt 'em like a puff of the ganjaTough like Tonka, you'll get seen by the Jolly GreenMonster, the G sell out? Hell noA good fellow who sports the shell toesStep to me, I'll shoot you and your deputyEverybody's in jeopardy except for meThey pop shit, like their skills I can't top itI'm the one to rock with, lounge and pop some chocolateI'm coming through, so what you gonna do?When I hit you in the head with the lead from the number 2A black boo, leaving suckers froze like a statueStyles are coming at you, real like my tattoo