Tick Tock You Don't Stop

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just different

stop what you doing

beep beep you don't stop

I got pop rocks in the bottom of my socks

one eight hundred on the dial

 

buddy buddy what's your call

smoking fat blunts in my garage

sugar is sweet like sweet like the honey

homeboy is broke cause he ain't got no money

 

I'm in a hurry so why do you worry

working too hard can give you a heart attack

out swinging his bets cruising in his Cadillac

the big mac attack

 

it's the blind of the blind soon will fall into a ditch

the snitch very cool meat on the bone

like Home alone

got music in my veins not insane

 

Crazy is a lazy boy in the crib

Sitting back with those magic ribs

Summertime & the honey's are sweet

hear the music from my head down to my feet

 

it give one pause to think

Can't even think to dismiss this Earhly bliss in a time well spent in thought

there's a dozen of pots in my sink

you think break to the rhyme the rhymes filled with reason

 

it's the changing of the season without a reason

cruising down the neighborhood look for some props

getting caught being chased by the cops

took my forty & my nine they can go kiss my behind

 

bruh, bruh, bruh, don't you know

it's not what you know rather who you blow

time is a killer doesn't stop for any G-unit hood

doing no good as Thug life would be

 

Rocking these rhymes busting out making sweet history,

I say hop, hop you don't stop rocking till they day is done

run, run, run getting capped in my knee cap having no fun

sugar can sweeten my smile with glee

 

Living in a land of make believe

what is one willing to achieve

banging on the hard cement floor

like homeboy Tony kicking it with a two bit whore

 

more, more, more

in the plausible quest

we can pass every test