Large Professor - Bout That Time Lyrics
It's about the timeYeah... aha, ahaYou know...Yeah, word up[Large Professor]C'monLights, cameras, action it's onStraight outta gate with another hot songKeepin real thou gonna last longBreak out the stiletto coming mad strongBounce if you wanna, lounge'll play the cornerI'm New York talking that gangster talk24 bases, queue to the oasisSuspicius see eyes and no facesBeen there, years just put in to workFor the dough, so you know that I couldn't get jerkedStreet mental, throw on the hoodie then lurkIn the rental until the end of the earthI'ma be that fellow with the mozzarelaAllways cooking up the new hot sellerPutting that money in the bank like the tellerAnd this be the number one rank, let me tell you[Hook]It's about that time[Large Professor]On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villainIn 2000 new car, new house andBuy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, sonGet eaven more buckwild, I draw crowds andIn every state I still draw them at every forumDon't loose no points I just score themAnd count blessings at the top of my freshnessLive, get it right this is not no jobToday or tomorrow it doesn't matterGot the stages moving on up the ladderAnd stay grounded, remember the Bronx 'cause they foundedCutting them old joints up by James Brown, kidGolden, before I forget hold itGot to shout out the block, four-fifth HoldenAnd Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fortEvery day, all day not new to the sportIn Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast withWhen I ain't in the lab flipping beats withDrums to pound, I be breaking it downWith homeboy Van on the way uptownHow that sound[Hook][Large Professor]There's a whole lot of rappers in the world todaySome good, there is some that got nothing to saySome fake, some false, some imitationBut I'm the uncut raw for your generationWork magic with terms like never beforeHang them rappers live, leave their head on the floorDrop hits for the hiphop crowd that rock kicks and hatsCrisped jeans and whips to matchHardcore system up on blast*****, dip and stash live now and forget the pastIn the streets try to hustle while eating a mealWatching out so you don't get beaten in the grill'Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you willBe the next one up, I'm feeding the realSo get eardrums, son, and start heating the drillOne time and this is what y'all feel and I'ma still be
