Ll Cool J

Ll Cool J - Clockin' G's lyrics

rate me

Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to

Huh yaknahmean?

Uhh, bounce, yeah

Uhh.. bounce, yeah

Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay

Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>

You wanna bang 'em bang 'em bang 'em 'til you can't no more

Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that Bentley door

Cuban chain tucked in so the back'll show

Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough

Fo' karats in each ear, lettin dude know

That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow

Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands

Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan

Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis

to bag a ghetto Midas

Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michael Vick jersey

The white on whites from Uptown

Wifebeater underneath

If it's totally necessary, some gold teeth, it's on you

Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell

What the hell, these clowns is pointin at?

<i>[Chorus]</i>

(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's

You're monopoly, and you property

(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's

(If you got the time.. then I've got the time) You clockin' G's

You're monopoly, and you property

(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin' G's

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>

Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww)

Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea)

Hand on your waist just in case it's on

Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break of dawn

Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car

Rollin up {?} to rush into the bar

It's a simple recipe, I-C-E

S-H-I-N-E equals free P

Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty

Hot and broke, daddy have mercy

She want Prada, the pearl of drawers

The new Fendi mink so she can act stink

The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes

The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight

One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night

Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[LL Cool J]</i>

It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin

Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin

Head-boppin, neck-jerkin

Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin

Head-boppin, neck-jerkin

Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin

Head-boppin, neck-jerkin

Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin

Huh.. waffle house, three-thirty

You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies

(Fly pelican fly) And they do it for you

Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do

You know the game, you a patient killer

Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla

She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's

Cause it's lookin so sick, with six TV's

While you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-five

Ridin real slow that's how gangstas ride

You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more

Dream over, you're closin the Bentley door, out

<i>[Chorus - repeat 2X]</i>

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