LL Cool J - Clockin' G's Lyrics
Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak toHuh yaknahmean?Uhh, bounce, yeahUhh.. bounce, yeahUhh.. you heard it from hearsayUhh.. you heard it from hearsay[ll cool j]You wanna bang em bang em bang em til you cant no moreDay-dreamin, bout slidin in that bentley doorCuban chain tucked in so the backll showWhip it out in front of chicks, they react to doughFo karats in each ear, lettin dude knowThat homes still flow like twenty-twos of snowYankee over doo-rags, extra wristbandsPass the heineken, youre not a crist fanIce is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritisTo bag a ghetto midasJeans saggin down (uh) with the michael vick jerseyThe white on whites from uptownWifebeater underneathIf its totally necessary, some gold teeth, its on youPull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cellWhat the hell, these clowns is pointin at?[chorus](if you got the time.. then Ive got the time) you clockin gsYoure monopoly, and you property(tell homes over there to step off) you clockin gs(if you got the time.. then Ive got the time) you clockin gsYoure monopoly, and you property(tell homes over there to step off) you clockin gs[ll cool j]Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww)Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea)Hand on your waist just in case its onFully prepared to go to war til the break of dawnSlid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the carRollin up {? } to rush into the barIts a simple recipe, i-c-eS-h-i-n-e equals free pMad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirstyHot and broke, daddy have mercyShe want prada, the pearl of drawersThe new fendi mink so she can act stinkThe camouflage pumas with the crystal stripesThe mz. gatrak joints to keep her weave tightOne clown tried to throw your vibe off all nightNot knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight[chorus][ll cool j]Its that, head-boppin, neck-jerkinKeep you on the block cold focused, straight workinHead-boppin, neck-jerkinKeep you on the block cold focused, straight workinHead-boppin, neck-jerkinKeep you on the block cold focused, straight workinHead-boppin, neck-jerkinKeep you on the block cold focused, straight workinHuh.. waffle house, three-thirtyYou aint really hungry, you do it for the birdies(fly pelican fly) and they do it for youEven though they always tell you what they not gon doYou know the game, you a patient killerWhisper sweet nothings, then switch gorillaShe wanna ride in the 6, pick cdsCause its lookin so sick, with six tvsWhile you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-fiveRidin real slow thats how gangstas rideYou wanna bang her bang her bang her til you cant no moreDream over, youre closin the bentley door, out[chorus] - repeat 2x
