LARGE PROFESSOR - 'Bout That Time lyrics

rate me

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