as tomorrow, only one two three go! Time, got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head Time, got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head Time, got the time
as tomorrow, only one two three go! Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head Time - got the time
Übersetzung: Joe Jackson. Got The Time.
Übersetzung: Joe Jackson. Got The Times.
day as tomorrow, only one two three go! Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head Time - got the time tick-tick-tickin' in my head Time - got the time
2-0-9 Thanks to Curits Jackson, I've already got mine, I shine! (Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!) Yay's still livin' the crime route Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time
time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Listen! Buzz is what I does
Kimora and Russell makin' paper, oh yeah All in the family like the Jacksons(like the Jacksons) And have enough kids to make a band like Joe and Catherine
goin on, you know it all, but God save your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson Ass-whoop all over the
there on the corner scheming We got the dap too, where we living we ain't leaving [DCQ:] What the D-D the E-E the A-A the L Last time in a battle yo
Attraction Beat you niggaz till you get it right, like Joe Jackson Listen, we here to give the hardcore what they lookin for At the same time pimp the
tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell
call it a tummy tuck My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let
a six And some schweiz on my wrist Now picture this You got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. jackson's dope Ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto
it all, but God save (Hhh) Your ass for clashin' with the soul assassin' (Hey, hey) That's like Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe Jackson (Hhh) Ass whoop all
jel Cause the Giant finally got his props We can box rhyme for knots and see who got the biggest glocks It don't matter cause I can withstand I got no
went and swallowed my baby batter You sick! I know you been a bitch I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic I got a killer spit
