Tick Tock You Don'T Stop

stop what you doing beep beep you don't stop I got pop rocks in the bottom of my socks one eight hundred on the dial buddy buddy what's your call smoking fat blunts in my garage sugar is sweet like sweet like the honey homeboy is broke cause he ain't got no money I'm in a hurry so why do you worry working too hard can give you a heart attack out swinging his bets cruising in his Cadillac the big mac attack it's the blind of the blind soon will fall into a ditch the snitch very cool meat on the bone like Home alone got music in my veins not insane Crazy is a lazy boy in the crib Sitting back with those magic ribs Summertime & the honey's are sweet hear the music from my head down to my feet it give one pause to think Can't even think to dismiss this Earhly bliss in a time well spent in thought there's a dozen of pots in my sink you think break to the rhyme the rhymes filled with reason it's the changing of the season without a reason cruising down the neighborhood look for some props getting caught being chased by the cops took my forty & my nine they can go kiss my behind bruh, bruh, bruh, don't you know it's not what you know rather who you blow time is a killer doesn't stop for any G-unit hood doing no good as Thug life would be Rocking these rhymes busting out making sweet history, I say hop, hop you don't stop rocking till they day is done run, run, run getting capped in my knee cap having no fun sugar can sweeten my smile with glee Living in a land of make believe what is one willing to achieve banging on the hard cement floor like homeboy Tony kicking it with a two bit whore more, more, more in the plausible quest we can pass every test