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
