Time's Up (feat. Nate Dogg)

Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years will cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and roll a Dutch Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the cocaine over customs Never underestimate niggaz or over trust them Uh, yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the tech will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray 'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the Devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground I know how to get my pairs off me They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbin' your head Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwin' them bricks Puttin' purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin' them nicks That's right, homey, you can't move me I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shootin' is the breeze, a bootleg uzi I'm just waitin' on a queue like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid If not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatup The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book with the documentary If you can't do none other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck ridin' the beat nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out lookin' crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man From all the shit that he go through Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line 'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground