| Song | Time For |
| Artist | Show & A.G. |
| Album | Good Fellas |
| 作曲 : Show & A.G. | |
| There's a time to play and there's a time for sex | |
| There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck | |
| Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got | |
| Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop | |
| It's the little big man, y'all little niggas just relax | |
| I'm coming like a nut, butt niggas catching heart attacks | |
| Adversaries better maintain | |
| Don't even riff, stram, cause | |
| I'm a one-man gangbang | |
| Boom, I hit it, now money | |
| I really did it | |
| Brung out the beast in me, and the freaks be getting with it | |
| Yes the fame is what they sweat | |
| But you came for me to entertain then | |
| I'll make you wet | |
| Meanwhile, got to keep a low profile | |
| Our style is true, so yes | |
| I do smile | |
| Original, just like the | |
| Dirty Rotten | |
| And while our foes is plotting, | |
| Show is riding shotgun | |
| There's a time to play and there's a time for sex | |
| There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck | |
| Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got | |
| Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop | |
| Since I hit the boom, they say my brain is doomed | |
| I object, it's sustained, now name this tune | |
| Bringing more than other brothers on computers | |
| Long as my vision ain't blurry, don't worry, pass the buddhas | |
| Forget karate, cause | |
| I'd rather kick a lyric | |
| You ain't trying to hear it? | |
| Then I'll be talking to your spirit | |
| Show hit me off with the hype shit | |
| Who needs pencils and papers? | |
| Brain cells is what | |
| I write with | |
| The format, told you last | |
| LP I'm all that | |
| Step to A. | |
| G., then you're best to be sure, black | |
| Roll with my crew, | |
| I got the | |
| O.E. 20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like | |
| TLC Now when you play, it'd better not be with | |
| Show and Dre | |
| Or sex in between the sheets at my rest | |
| Now it's time to lounge and | |
| I'm free from all clowns | |
| Now who's catching wreck? | |
| I hit the cess, yes | |
| There's a time to play and there's a time for sex | |
| There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck | |
| Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got | |
| Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop | |
| I get rough and | |
| I hurt 'em like a puff of the ganja | |
| Tough like | |
| Tonka, you'll get seen by the | |
| Jolly Green | |
| Monster, the | |
| G sell out? | |
| Hell no A good fellow who sports the shell toes | |
| Step to me, | |
| I'll shoot you and your deputy | |
| Everybody's in jeopardy except for me | |
| They pop shit, like their skills | |
| I can't top it | |
| I'm the one to rock with, lounge and pop some chocolate | |
| I'm coming through, so what you gonna do? | |
| When I hit you in the head with the lead from the number 2 | |
| A black boo, leaving suckers froze like a statue | |
| Styles are coming at you, real like my tattoo |
| zuò qǔ : Show A. G. | |
| There' s a time to play and there' s a time for sex | |
| There' s a time to lounge and there' s a time to catch wreck | |
| Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you' ll get got | |
| Our sound is hot cause we' re true to hiphop | |
| It' s the little big man, y' all little niggas just relax | |
| I' m coming like a nut, butt niggas catching heart attacks | |
| Adversaries better maintain | |
| Don' t even riff, stram, cause | |
| I' m a oneman gangbang | |
| Boom, I hit it, now money | |
| I really did it | |
| Brung out the beast in me, and the freaks be getting with it | |
| Yes the fame is what they sweat | |
| But you came for me to entertain then | |
| I' ll make you wet | |
| Meanwhile, got to keep a low profile | |
| Our style is true, so yes | |
| I do smile | |
| Original, just like the | |
| Dirty Rotten | |
| And while our foes is plotting, | |
| Show is riding shotgun | |
| There' s a time to play and there' s a time for sex | |
| There' s a time to lounge and there' s a time to catch wreck | |
| Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you' ll get got | |
| Our sound is hot cause we' re true to hiphop | |
| Since I hit the boom, they say my brain is doomed | |
| I object, it' s sustained, now name this tune | |
| Bringing more than other brothers on computers | |
| Long as my vision ain' t blurry, don' t worry, pass the buddhas | |
| Forget karate, cause | |
| I' d rather kick a lyric | |
| You ain' t trying to hear it? | |
| Then I' ll be talking to your spirit | |
| Show hit me off with the hype shit | |
| Who needs pencils and papers? | |
| Brain cells is what | |
| I write with | |
| The format, told you last | |
| LP I' m all that | |
| Step to A. | |
| G., then you' re best to be sure, black | |
| Roll with my crew, | |
| I got the | |
| O. E. 20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like | |
| TLC Now when you play, it' d better not be with | |
| Show and Dre | |
| Or sex in between the sheets at my rest | |
| Now it' s time to lounge and | |
| I' m free from all clowns | |
| Now who' s catching wreck? | |
| I hit the cess, yes | |
| There' s a time to play and there' s a time for sex | |
| There' s a time to lounge and there' s a time to catch wreck | |
| Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you' ll get got | |
| Our sound is hot cause we' re true to hiphop | |
| I get rough and | |
| I hurt ' em like a puff of the ganja | |
| Tough like | |
| Tonka, you' ll get seen by the | |
| Jolly Green | |
| Monster, the | |
| G sell out? | |
| Hell no A good fellow who sports the shell toes | |
| Step to me, | |
| I' ll shoot you and your deputy | |
| Everybody' s in jeopardy except for me | |
| They pop shit, like their skills | |
| I can' t top it | |
| I' m the one to rock with, lounge and pop some chocolate | |
| I' m coming through, so what you gonna do? | |
| When I hit you in the head with the lead from the number 2 | |
| A black boo, leaving suckers froze like a statue | |
| Styles are coming at you, real like my tattoo |