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    "'bout That Time" Lyrics

    Large Professor

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    It's about the time
    Yeah... aha, aha
    You know...
    Yeah, word up

    [Large Professor]
    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

    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


    [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
    This song was submitted on September 11th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Paul Mitchell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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