Clockin Gs Lyrics by LL Cool J

Clockin Gs Lyrics

    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

    [LL Cool J]
    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?

    [Chorus]
    (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

    [LL Cool J]
    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

    [Chorus]

    [LL Cool J]
    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

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

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