"It's That Time Again" Lyrics

feat. LaToiya Williams
Yeah
Roscoe
Supafly on the track
It's real big tonight
Super Big
C'mon

[Chorus: LaToiya Williams]
It's that time again and the place to be
Hands in the air, if you really wanna party I'll take you there
Everybody get your groove on everywhere, everywhere
It's that time again and the place to be
I love to see, everybody wanna party with a DPG
Take a toast and nigga get ready for the good part

[Verse 1: Roscoe]
Here we go again Crenshaw Boulevard
Hittin switches in the fours again
Time to go Spring Break shoppin and get some clothes again
All Eyes as we rollin in under the end ? lewis
Hit the Beverly Center the Hennessey and mystic
Mixed with this Indo got me lifted
O-Dizzle with the bomb dizzle now my nizzle bizzle twist it
Be legit it stack, now let me hit it
Ladies chase me and bustas scheme
See me caught up in the twist as I bust this dream
Too fly when we cruise by
Me and my Westside riders and plus my original squad
In PA sippin E & J
Dippin the everyday Chevrolets candy painted
Got my eyes wide shut
Kick back for a minute
Let my high rise up
I can't be faded tough guys wise up

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Roscoe]
You wanna party with a DPG
Come and holla at me
I'll be up in Dark House with all the homies
Poppin my call happy
Doin it big as ever
In the City of Angels, Devils and pretty weather

The shark packed with bumper to bumper traffic
All bouncin and 40 ouncin
Hydraulic wit it, alcoholic wit it
Bumper paint and polished demolished
But we ain't trippin we got heavy wallets
Sittin on dubs, rollin on three wheels
On the Four with mugs and Four with big wheels
Just breezing, and all the non-believers eventually end up believing
Roscoe de Soto the brown bomber
Philly fanatic automatic packin with my khakis saggin
Philaphorn I-A, Y-A where everyday is Friday
C'mon

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Roscoe]
You know the Young Assassins gon get it crackin
Everytime we mashin
Runnin 'em up, actin a straight nut
When the Yak in my cup spills, I get a refill
Enemies plottin on me y'all better keep chill
I put it down like a G supposed to
And show you something that only a G could show you
Makin all the cheese leavin mice with tofu
Young but I'm cool laid back and old school
Come here girl let me show you how to G Walk
And maybe after we could sneak off
Talent scout with a casting couch
If you ain't got no talent ya gotta get out
Let me rock the breezies one time
With my bump rhyme
I show them how to do the snake with they jaw line
I'm DP'ed out
With every piece of love in the club that could follow me out
And they all mine

[Chorus] - repeats as Roscoe talks in the background