Show & A.G. - Time For Lyrics

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