with nothing to do It's just a matter of time Whoa darling What is it you're doing What's that mood that's brewing It's just a matter of time When
It's just a matter of time Whoa darling What is it you're doing What's that mood that's brewing It's just a matter of time When we went our seperate
Tercüme: Beach Boys ve Fat Boys. Bu sadece zaman meselesi bulunuyor.
fight It doesn't matter who's wrong or right Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it Just beat it, beat it They're out
back It's about guns and drugs and hoes and club x2 Cypress Hill made a nigga understand How I could just kill a man? Long Beach out of the dark came
them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical, Now pop that pussy like a .44, I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby
a dime (Dime) For every single time (Time) These boys stop and stare (Stare) I'd be a billionaire Yeah, if I had a dime (Dime) For every single time (Time
ear You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits Based on a general's fist of fury
where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there It's time we get even here, when I put the game back In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there
jet black like Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters It's in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it
Shit, 'cause niggaz know this underground but it still a hit It ain't my beat but, it's my lyrics so, when you hear this shit Yur gonna love to hear it
ladder Cause times slipping away And we might miss what really matters Everybody wants a taste of the good life Everybody loves a day in the sun Everybody needs a
crib and a doe stack That's what I'm lookin for They know just what a brotha needs How to throw it and make him not wanna leave When it's time to go
