#Tick tock lyrics full#

Writer(s): MAMAN ALAN, JONES NASIR, JOHNSON ALBERT JLyrics powered by www.musixmatch. Paul Weller - 'Out Of The Sinking' Past midnight's hold Where the world's awaiting I'll wait for you love But I close my eyes, as there's pain too in paradise Hey baby say - just what you're thinking Know I know it - yeh, feel I'm.

#Tick tock lyrics full#

Uhh yeah yeah yo It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggaz in the Bridge, blocks Comin' through better hide your wristwatch Because niggaz well live they shits pop Hey hey Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock Light a L baby let the Crys' pop Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday 5-8 with double-X-L pen saggin' blunts draggin' But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street One way is where blood money coke and homicide leap The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete So you can be an architect design appartments and shit Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip Soon as I'm on the set I'm never on a chick I play it cool But still ain't pussy muscles get wet it's just the booze Check my niggaz, what's the gossip, what's the word Puff some herb, all I see is niggaz runnin', chin shots All I heard, dip behind the car, see somebody on the ground Ambulance came and got 'em they start calmin' down Now it's back to the same old shit, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up, scream that I'm dyin' I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah Tick Tock this is for my niggaz in the Bridge, blocks Comin' through better hide your wristwatch Because niggaz well live they shits popped Hey hey Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock Light a L baby let the Crys' pop Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday It's like this nigga It's on, toilet up for me, roll that shit big While I reveal the story of a wild street kid Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit The spittin' image of how I live Well first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen Keep your mouth closed and your eyes and your ears wide open Gangsta, I soaked it all in, my first ammo was a one shot Deuce deuce, had my pockets full of bullets I was real loose Thug parties out in wave crash always got shot up Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up No wonder we bugged out it gets so frantic Niggaz aim on the fight, we cut yo melon Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit fuck it we was broke Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this He said: P you gon' wind up dead You and Hav' real good with that music shit You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind of the street And it stuck in the back of my head, though I still did my little bit of menacin' Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight Like these things really happen niggaz get cut up I put it in my rappin' It's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale It couldn't get more graphic I'm so trail I said it's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale City you havin' let me touch that ass