| See, time is money, and money is time
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| I’m goin' to get mine anywhere I can find
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| I’m from the sunshine state where the hate don’t wait
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| Ocean breeze, palm trees, and thug disease
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| Baby, please, I hang around thieves and G’s
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| So go 'head, squeeze, ain’t no need to tease
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| In the race, I’ma win — let the games begin
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| Smellin' like skunk, now she drunk off gin
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| Pretend I’m your boyfriend (My boyfriend?)
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| Yeah, I’m your boyfriend
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| I got things I need to do, can’t be playin' with you
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| If the chips overdue, you’ll be comin' anew
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| Got two things I don’t waste: money and my time
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| Playin' with my mind, girl, you’re way outta line
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| My paper on pause just to get them drawers
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| You know you with a crook, we ain’t breakin' no laws
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| Time is money, and uh, money is time
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| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
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| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by
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| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high
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| I do my, I do my thug thizzlemajig
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| My favorite pistola, my Sig
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| Sauer, disabler, stapler, wiggle your wig
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| I fell off in her crib on a good one, mayne
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| Her crevice so wet, some wanna get with me
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| I got a bag full of lettuce, bumpin' my favorite slow ballad
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| Why you procrastinatin' and renegin'? |
| Twist up on salad (Salad)
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| My eyes just the reddest, I’m twisted, hampered, and high (High)
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| Diggin' and divin' and lyin' all in them thighs (Thighs)
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| I said, «What's my name?,» she said, «Your majesty»
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| «How it feel?» |
| «It's all gravity»
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| Stickin' and movin' and groovin', gettin' her off (Uh-huh)
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| Doin' it in all of the rooms and all on the couch (Couch)
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| I come from the soil (Soil), where coffee pots boil (Boil)
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| Hustlas be handlin' they business, pharmists and chemists (Chemists)
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| Players be flossin' and coonin', wellin' and timin' (Timin')
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| Haters be plottin' and schemin', scammin' and tryin' (Tryin')
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| My time is money (Money), my money is time (Time)
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| Me and my potnas like it, DJ Quik on the grind (Grind)
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| Spliffin' and sippin' and perkin', belchin' and burpin' (Burpin')
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| Spittin' and rhymin' and rappin', sellin' and workin' (Workin')
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| Time is money, and uh, money is time
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| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
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| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by
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| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high
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| I saw you walkin' down the street and I had to stop
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| Turn up that break bad and drop the top
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| But what’s happenin' with your girl and that drank — she gulp it down hard
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| What you doin' hangin' with that broken-down broad? |
| (I don’t know)
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| Girl, you need to get it while the gettin' is good
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| And stop lettin' her keep you in the hood, little mama (You right)
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| 'Cause time is money, and we all on the clock
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| And we ain’t no new faces, we’ve been known on the block
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| Look at E-40, look at Big Syke (Right)
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| Look at your boy Quik wheelie on that bike
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| Yo, we got it sittin' on our tailfeathers? |
| (Nah)
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| No, we them ghetto postmen tryna mail letters
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| 'Cause ain’t nothin' like the sound of them bills
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| When we fan 'em in your face and it’s all our scrill for real
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| And your homegirl standin' there drinkin'
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| Makin' you look bad, now tell me what you thinkin'?
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| Number one, I don’t like lint (Good)
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| Hangin' around nine broke muthafuckas, I’ll be the tenth
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| Number two (What?), stay up on my paper chase, in your face
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| I’m Witch Hazel, and I ain’t got time to waste (Yes)
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| Time is money, and uh, money is time
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| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
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| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by
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| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high
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| Time is money, and uh, money is time
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| You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
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| You’ve been, sayin' for days that you’re gonna stop by
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| Like you don’t know there’s more to this life than tryin' to get high |