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
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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