Übersetzung: Sinatra, Frank. One O'Clock Jump.
nine o'clock sunday Never know I might bust on you one day ohhh Swiggin with jack and the bombay oh bye bye go po po Yeah nigga fuck you o hell yeah
demons you drowned Stay with the spirit I found Stay and the night would be enough Three o'clock in the morning It's quiet and there's no one around
should be the one that goes slow Get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top watch the drug drop O O dot dot O, Yaowa When I drop I go outer
Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs Heres one your ass just
't stand no bitch that hounds I far from a clown If I'm not knocking them down, Drag's probably not around So I'm not one to claim by either one of you
spliff, black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock I used to
kick it (Yes I can) Ain't no fanatic I'm just a big fan Take your left hand Right hand Raise em to the sky Take one step back And one to da side 11 O'clock
: He gets up early about seven o'clock, The alarm goes off and then the house starts to rock. In and out of the bathroom by seven-o-three, By seven-ten
the demons you drowned Stay...with the spirit I found Stay...and the night would be enough Three o'clock in the morning It's quiet and there's no one
: Jack would stand one Foot in front of the Other foot and then Lick his lips again The train came past about Three o'clock or so His mother told him
what I want Somebody tell me what's going on, going on [Unplugged] Now it's time to make my approach Cuz its all most 2'o clock (bling, bling) But I
the hawk is out Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school
popped locked and stolen Step back I'm holdin, bitches be rollin Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper [Tame One] Dub O
gon send this out for every street DJ that ain't getting no real radio airplay You know I mean That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin That
're tight rope walkin' and the world's the wire Remember kissin' on Broadway, you die I was bein' your baby and tickin' and tockin' your clock See we done jumped
[Unverified] on Sunday Never know I might bust on you one day ohh Swiggin' with Jack and the Bombay oh bye, bye go, po po Yeah, nigga fuck you o hell
Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the small timers see me so they jet Buildin one-twenty-eight I