'Bout That Time Lyrics
| Song | 'Bout That Time |
| Artist | Large Professor |
| Album | 1st Class |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchell | |
| It's about the time | |
| Yeah... aha, aha | |
| You know... | |
| Yeah, word up | |
| [Large Professor] | |
| C'mon | |
| Lights, cameras, action it's on | |
| Straight outta gate with another hot song | |
| Keepin real thou gonna last long | |
| Break out the stiletto coming mad strong | |
| Bounce if you wanna, lounge'll play the corner | |
| I'm New York talking that gangster talk | |
| 24 bases, queue to the oasis | |
| Suspicius see eyes and no faces | |
| Been there, years just put in to work | |
| For the dough, so you know that I couldn't get jerked | |
| Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk | |
| In the rental until the end of the earth | |
| I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarela | |
| Allways cooking up the new hot seller | |
| Putting that money in the bank like the teller | |
| And 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 villain | |
| In 2000 new car, new house and | |
| Buy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, son | |
| Get eaven more buckwild, I draw crowds and | |
| In every state I still draw them at every forum | |
| Don't loose no points I just score them | |
| And count blessings at the top of my freshness | |
| Live, get it right this is not no job | |
| Today or tomorrow it doesn't matter | |
| Got the stages moving on up the ladder | |
| And stay grounded, remember the Bronx 'cause they founded | |
| Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid | |
| Golden, before I forget hold it | |
| Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden | |
| And Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fort | |
| Every day, all day not new to the sport | |
| In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with | |
| When I ain't in the lab flipping beats with | |
| Drums to pound, I be breaking it down | |
| With homeboy Van on the way uptown | |
| How that sound | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Large Professor] | |
| There's a whole lot of rappers in the world today | |
| Some good, there is some that got nothing to say | |
| Some fake, some false, some imitation | |
| But I'm the uncut raw for your generation | |
| Work magic with terms like never before | |
| Hang them rappers live, leave their head on the floor | |
| Drop hits for the hiphop crowd that rock kicks and hats | |
| Crisped jeans and whips to match | |
| Hardcore system up on blast | |
| Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past | |
| In the streets try to hustle while eating a meal | |
| Watching out so you don't get beaten in the grill | |
| 'Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you will | |
| Be the next one up, I'm feeding the real | |
| So get eardrums, son, and start heating the drill | |
| One time and this is what y'all feel and I'ma still be |
| zuo ci : Mitchell | |
| It' s about the time | |
| Yeah... aha, aha | |
| You know... | |
| Yeah, word up | |
| Large Professor | |
| C' mon | |
| Lights, cameras, action it' s on | |
| Straight outta gate with another hot song | |
| Keepin real thou gonna last long | |
| Break out the stiletto coming mad strong | |
| Bounce if you wanna, lounge' ll play the corner | |
| I' m New York talking that gangster talk | |
| 24 bases, queue to the oasis | |
| Suspicius see eyes and no faces | |
| Been there, years just put in to work | |
| For the dough, so you know that I couldn' t get jerked | |
| Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk | |
| In the rental until the end of the earth | |
| I' ma be that fellow with the mozzarela | |
| Allways cooking up the new hot seller | |
| Putting that money in the bank like the teller | |
| And 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 villain | |
| In 2000 new car, new house and | |
| Buy the whole store up, style I' m too pro, son | |
| Get eaven more buckwild, I draw crowds and | |
| In every state I still draw them at every forum | |
| Don' t loose no points I just score them | |
| And count blessings at the top of my freshness | |
| Live, get it right this is not no job | |
| Today or tomorrow it doesn' t matter | |
| Got the stages moving on up the ladder | |
| And stay grounded, remember the Bronx ' cause they founded | |
| Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid | |
| Golden, before I forget hold it | |
| Got to shout out the block, fourfifth Holden | |
| And Jamaica, Queens I' m true to the fort | |
| Every day, all day not new to the sport | |
| In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with | |
| When I ain' t in the lab flipping beats with | |
| Drums to pound, I be breaking it down | |
| With homeboy Van on the way uptown | |
| How that sound | |
| Hook | |
| Large Professor | |
| There' s a whole lot of rappers in the world today | |
| Some good, there is some that got nothing to say | |
| Some fake, some false, some imitation | |
| But I' m the uncut raw for your generation | |
| Work magic with terms like never before | |
| Hang them rappers live, leave their head on the floor | |
| Drop hits for the hiphop crowd that rock kicks and hats | |
| Crisped jeans and whips to match | |
| Hardcore system up on blast | |
| Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past | |
| In the streets try to hustle while eating a meal | |
| Watching out so you don' t get beaten in the grill | |
| ' Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you will | |
| Be the next one up, I' m feeding the real | |
| So get eardrums, son, and start heating the drill | |
| One time and this is what y' all feel and I' ma still be |
| zuò cí : Mitchell | |
| It' s about the time | |
| Yeah... aha, aha | |
| You know... | |
| Yeah, word up | |
| Large Professor | |
| C' mon | |
| Lights, cameras, action it' s on | |
| Straight outta gate with another hot song | |
| Keepin real thou gonna last long | |
| Break out the stiletto coming mad strong | |
| Bounce if you wanna, lounge' ll play the corner | |
| I' m New York talking that gangster talk | |
| 24 bases, queue to the oasis | |
| Suspicius see eyes and no faces | |
| Been there, years just put in to work | |
| For the dough, so you know that I couldn' t get jerked | |
| Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk | |
| In the rental until the end of the earth | |
| I' ma be that fellow with the mozzarela | |
| Allways cooking up the new hot seller | |
| Putting that money in the bank like the teller | |
| And 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 villain | |
| In 2000 new car, new house and | |
| Buy the whole store up, style I' m too pro, son | |
| Get eaven more buckwild, I draw crowds and | |
| In every state I still draw them at every forum | |
| Don' t loose no points I just score them | |
| And count blessings at the top of my freshness | |
| Live, get it right this is not no job | |
| Today or tomorrow it doesn' t matter | |
| Got the stages moving on up the ladder | |
| And stay grounded, remember the Bronx ' cause they founded | |
| Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid | |
| Golden, before I forget hold it | |
| Got to shout out the block, fourfifth Holden | |
| And Jamaica, Queens I' m true to the fort | |
| Every day, all day not new to the sport | |
| In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with | |
| When I ain' t in the lab flipping beats with | |
| Drums to pound, I be breaking it down | |
| With homeboy Van on the way uptown | |
| How that sound | |
| Hook | |
| Large Professor | |
| There' s a whole lot of rappers in the world today | |
| Some good, there is some that got nothing to say | |
| Some fake, some false, some imitation | |
| But I' m the uncut raw for your generation | |
| Work magic with terms like never before | |
| Hang them rappers live, leave their head on the floor | |
| Drop hits for the hiphop crowd that rock kicks and hats | |
| Crisped jeans and whips to match | |
| Hardcore system up on blast | |
| Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past | |
| In the streets try to hustle while eating a meal | |
| Watching out so you don' t get beaten in the grill | |
| ' Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you will | |
| Be the next one up, I' m feeding the real | |
| So get eardrums, son, and start heating the drill | |
| One time and this is what y' all feel and I' ma still be |
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