'bout That Time Lyrics - Singles - Large Professor

It's 'bout that time 

Woo, yeah, aha, aha, you know 

Yeah, word up 

Come on, lights, cameras, action it's on 

Straight outta gate with another hot song 

Keepin' it real though gonna last long 

Break out the stiletto coming mad strong 

Bounce if you wanna, lounge will play the corner 

I'm New York talking that gangster talk 

Twenty-four bases, queue to the oasis 

Suspicious see eyes and no faces 

Been there, years just put in to work 

For the dough, so you know that I couldn't get jerked 

Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk 

In the rental until the end of the earth 

I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarella 

Always cooking up the new hot seller 

Putting that money in the bank like the teller 

And this be the number one rank, let me tell you 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain 

In 2000 new car, new house and 

Buy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, son 

Get even more buck wild, I draw crowds and 

In every state I still draw them at every forum 

Don't lose no points I just score them 

And count blessings at the top of my freshness 

Live, get it right this is not no job 

Today or tomorrow it doesn't matter 

Got the stages moving on up the ladder 

And stay grounded, remember the Bronx 'cause they founded 

Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid 

Golden, 'fore I forget hold it 

Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden 

And Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fort 

Every day, all day not new to the sport 

In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with 

When I ain't in the lab flipping beats with 

Drums to pound, I be breaking it down 

With homeboy Van on the way uptown, how that sound 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time 

There's a whole lot of rappers in the world today 

Some good, there is some that got nothing to say 

Some fake, some false, some imitation 

But I'm the uncut raw for your generation 

Work magic with terms like never before 

Hang them rappers live, leave their head on the floor 

Drop hits for the hip hop crowd that rock kicks and hats 

Crisped jeans and whips to match 

Hardcore system up on blast 

Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past 

In the streets try to hustle while eating a meal 

Watching out so you don't get beaten in the grill 

'Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you will 

Be the next one up, I'm feeding the real 

So get eardrums son, start heating the drill 

One time and this is what y'all feel and I'ma still be