You Know What Time It Is - Vanilla Hype

Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor You love the beat, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., talk to them, bloodclot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., let them little rock boys know how you livin' The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back in the plate Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake I'm up in cruises two steppin' with the gat in the waist T.I. ain't in the streets no more, that what they say Don't even try it when you sayin', boy, you have to be great You can trust to hit ya in ya face your peeps will have to replace That's if you like it nigga and trust me it wont hurt me to take A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you'll be murdered today I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P, some boy wanna play our hit Let 'em know who the king of the South is Talk to them Women sweatin' when they see me, I'm apparently hot Had the album of the year, nigga, Grammy or not Remember, all day I used to stand in the spot With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin', handlin' rocks Right now, judge tappin', there ain't a car I ain't got I'm the number one customer at my own car lot If you wanna know how much I makin' just imagine a lot Even though I pro'lly gettin' more than you'd imagine I got Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not If ya disrespectin' me you and your man will get shot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Went from the king of the south to the king of the states Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the States Hey, you could get a hundred of 'em for a million today Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day But it's the American gangster right here in ya face And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with AK You think you running a private, that ain't even the case And just because you get away, that don't mean its okay You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done They guns sound like popcorn

When we are young age has no meaning I never gave it a second thought Until one day along came this old man And this is what he said to me And this is what he said to me I know what it is to be young But you, you don't know what it is to be old Someday, you'll be saying the same thing Time takes away so the story is told I've asked so many questions To the wise men i've met Couldn't find all the answers No one has as yet. There'll be days to remember Full of laughter and tears After summer, comes winter and so go the years So my friend. Lets make music together I'll play the old while you sing me the new In time when your young days are over There'll be some one sharing their time with you I know what it is to be young But you, you don't know what it is to be old So my friend. Lets make music together I'll play the old while you sing me the new In time when your young days are over There'll be some one sharing their time with you There'll be some one sharing their time with you

Let's go! (oh) You know what it is See them hands, let let let me see them hands You know what it is See them hands, let let let me see them hands Let me see them hands to the sky like this a stick up Yeah we goin' onward and nobody sippin' liquor I'm fresh, brand new, man, somebody take a picture I'm feelin' so official, throw the flag, blow the whistle Set it off, blow it up, but, but you can keep the missile Grace through the mediator, my? ...in the middle Here we get the "W" so you can call me winner, yessir Gave the Lord control, command, shift, enter So you aimin' for the stars? Most drive a mini-missle And I'm aimin for the Lord, through the Son, that's how we hit em' It's more than just some music, it's a movement, see the Scriptures? I'm pride in the Lord, but humble since my beginning I'm humbled from the start My pride is in the cross Victory is mine, i'm working for the boss You know what it is, and lemme see them hands up, You know what it is, now lemme see them hands up Yeah we do it big, we 'bout to set it off Victory is mine, my pride is in the cross You know what it is, and lemme see them hands up You know what it is, now lemme see them hands up Hey The Father's who I follow, he runs it out like a Cannon Tryin' to bring you out the dark, somebody turn the flash on So you can get the picture, He's the reason you ain't passed on He's gracious plus He's patient, He hates when one is passed on Over, nah, it ain't over, roger that come back now over Pride'll kill ya, lies'll kill ya, gassed up like Exxon-Mobil Get you lookin at yourself just like Face Off with John Travolta Watch it - pride'll have you tryin' to network and netflirt like Oprah Hey, but I'm humbled by the Cross, for real Somebody tell Ross I know who the Boss for real Pride leads you to destruction, get you lost for real But the humble in Him, boastin and floss?, for real I'm humbled from the start My pride is in the cross Victory is mine, i'm working for the boss You know what it is, and lemme see them hands up, You know what it is, now lemme see them hands up Yeah we do it big, we 'bout to set it off Victory is mine, my pride is in the cross You know what it is, and lemme see them hands up You know what it is, now lemme see them hands up Hey Now you might wanna lean with it, might wanna rock with it Might wanna do the Superman, or Cat Daddy, Dougie, pop and lock with it Go'n and get it, on that Psalms 30: 11, I know my God did it (Just dance?) Ain't no pride in it, you know the Rock's in it I know we're loco with the dudes that don't flow My bros in dark clothes (?) with the Lord, its top? You hear these lines and hooks? Homie, we fishermen - we preach. With this Gospel network, gettin' good reception with 3Gs Our souls are so low to behold the Lord of hosts To know, conozco, I wanna go until you know I'm safer than Noah when the flood came Homie, I rejoiced. His cross is beyond the arc, he nailed it - three points. I'm humbled from the start My pride is in the cross Victory is mine, i'm working for the boss You know what it is, and lemme see them hands up, You know what it is, now lemme see them hands up Yeah we do it big, we 'bout to set it off Victory is mine, my pride is in the cross You know what it is, and lemme see them hands up You know what it is, now lemme see them hands up Hey

Nie czytaj tekstu dopóki go nie nawinę To jest niesamowite, okej To jest Que i Chris Carson Jebany apetyt na sukces to mój front wpływów Sto tysięcy w gotówce i za grosz wstydu Nie wpadło łatwo to, co złego to nie ja (Jak jesteś astronautą, pozdrów nasze ego tam, ej bo tam...) Bez żadnej presji, bez żadnych ran Niezniszczalny, jakbym wykradł recepty na Ketonal Co może mnie poskromić, uwaga nic Skarbowy za plecami woła mi Nu, pagadi Scena jest świeża, ja umieram z głodu, nawet nie chce mi się otwierać cudzysłowu, nawet nie chce mi się otwierać cudzysłowu, bo zjadam ich jak, yyy, czy jest opcja na dowóz? To jest nasz czas jak Smagalaz, buja karkiem przy tym nawet Jabba Hutt Mam taki hype, że mogę nawinąć to drugi raz Ostry wjazd, red alert, należałoby odgwizdać faul Nieczysto zagrałem, ale bawię się dalej, to kawałek za kawałkiem jak w Pizza Hut Lista płac rośnie, więcej i szybciej Miasto jest małe, lecz wielkie ambicje Jak to jest? Że robię hajs i mam respekt na scenie Jak to jest? Chyba nie myślisz, że jeszcze podziemie Jak to jest? Pełne mordy i pełne kieszenie Tak to jest! Stukamy kieliszki z moim hypemanem Hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype Hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype Nie mogą nic zarzucić mi, zbyt prawdziwy, szczery Przypierdalają się do ksywy, pseudorapery Tomasz z Akwinu pewnie też by uwierzył w tę puentę Odhaczony premier, jutro na golfa z prezydentem Czemu tak dużo bragga, za dużo wódy leży Proste odpowiedzi, problem z rekonstruowaniem przeżyć Chcesz mnie uprzedzić, uprzedzić, sprawdźmy się Nagrywasz to dla siebie, pół biedy #HarveyDent Jebany apetyt na sukces, sprawdź potencjał Cała rapgra wkrótce zrobi dwukropek i v, BLAU Nie wiem, czy strawisz to łatwo Teraz jestem Play'a jak Dawid Podsiadło Kreuję życie jak chcę, to moje simsy simsy Wyjście z potrzasku to cel, twoje clinchy clinchy Muszę po swoje biec, robimy dobre sprinty Dziesięć lat temu by nie nawinęli tego #Vintage Jak to jest? Że robię hajs i mam respekt na scenie Jak to jest? Chyba nie myślisz, że jeszcze podziemie Jak to jest? Pełne mordy i pełne kieszenie Tak to jest! Stukamy kieliszki z moim hypemanem Hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype Hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype Ruszymy scenę, bo to wolne żarty w slow-mo Mam pięć siódemek w dacie urodzenia #HotSpot Mój plan się w głowie nie mieści, mów mi John Doe Twój rap od siedmiu boleści, znowu John Doe Ta-takie linie, nie rusza Cię to, a już to nucisz Chujowy byłem, odpal tego, rap geniusa ruszy Mój zapał to Eyjafjallajökull, ledwo ostygł Nawet wampiry rzucają na was cień wątpliwości Żadnych jebanych ugód, żadnych jebanych długów Idziemy szlakiem opętania, chyba nie ma dla nas innych dróg już, #Voodoo Nadchodzi ósmy z cudów, to Que i Chris Carson Taka różnica jest, że stoję nad przepaścią Nie mogą mnie zaszufladkować, zamknąć mogę wszystko Eklektyka, moja stylistyka jest jak O.J Simpson Czyszczę jak Splinter Cell, scena jest pozjadana Milordzie, gdzie cylinder do mojego shotguna? Jak to jest? Że robię hajs i mam respekt na scenie Jak to jest? Chyba nie myślisz, że jeszcze podziemie Jak to jest? Pełne mordy i pełne kieszenie Tak to jest! Stukamy kieliszki z moim hypemanem Hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype Hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype, hype