Time For Lyrics - Showbiz & A.g.

There's a time to play and there's a time for sex 

There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck 

Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got 

Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop 

It's the little big man, y'all little niggas just relax 

I'm coming like a nut, butt niggas catching heart attacks 

Adversaries better maintain 

Don't even riff, stram, cause I'm a one-man gangbang 

Boom, I hit it, now money I really did it 

Brung out the beast in me, and the freaks be getting with it 

Yes the fame is what they sweat 

But you came for me to entertain then I'll make you wet 

Meanwhile, got to keep a low profile 

Our style is true, so yes I do smile 

Original, just like the Dirty Rotten 

And while our foes is plotting, Show is riding shotgun 

There's a time to play and there's a time for sex 

There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck 

Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got 

Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop 

Since I hit the boom, they say my brain is doomed 

I object, it's sustained, now name this tune 

Bringing more than other brothers on computers 

Long as my vision ain't blurry, don't worry, pass the buddhas 

Forget karate, cause I'd rather kick a lyric 

You ain't trying to hear it? Then I'll be talking to your spirit 

Show hit me off with the hype shit 

Who needs pencils and papers? Brain cells is what I write with 

The format, told you last LP I'm all that 

Step to A.G., then you're best to be sure, black 

Roll with my crew, I got the O.E. 

20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like TLC 

Now when you play, it'd better not be with Show and Dre 

Or sex in between the sheets at my rest 

Now it's time to lounge and I'm free from all clowns 

Now who's catching wreck? I hit the cess, yes 

There's a time to play and there's a time for sex 

There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck 

Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got 

Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip-hop 

I get rough and I hurt 'em like a puff of the ganja 

Tough like Tonka, you'll get seen by the Jolly Green 

Monster, the G sell out? Hell no 

A good fellow who sports the shell toes 

Step to me, I'll shoot you and your deputy 

Everybody's in jeopardy except for me 

They pop shit, like their skills I can't top it 

I'm the one to rock with, lounge and pop some chocolate 

I'm coming through, so what you gonna do? 

When I hit you in the head with the lead from the number 2 

A black boo, leaving suckers froze like a statue 

Styles are coming at you, real like my tattoo