Large Professor - 'Bout That Time lyrics

It's 'bout that time Woo, yeah, aha, aha, you know Yeah, word up Come on, lights, cameras, action it's on Straight outta gate with another hot song Keepin' it real though gonna last long Break out the stiletto coming mad strong Bounce if you wanna, lounge will play the corner I'm New York talking that gangster talk Twenty-four bases, queue to the oasis Suspicious see eyes and no faces Been there, years just put in to work For the dough, so you know that I couldn't get jerked Street mental, throw on the hoodie then lurk In the rental until the end of the earth I'ma be that fellow with the mozzarella Always cooking up the new hot seller Putting that money in the bank like the teller And this be the number one rank, let me tell you It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain In 2000 new car, new house and Buy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, son Get even more buck wild, I draw crowds and In every state I still draw them at every forum Don't lose no points I just score them And count blessings at the top of my freshness Live, get it right this is not no job Today or tomorrow it doesn't matter Got the stages moving on up the ladder And stay grounded, remember the Bronx 'cause they founded Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid Golden, 'fore I forget hold it Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden And Jamaica, Queens I'm true to the fort Every day, all day not new to the sport In Elisabeth, kids in Queens is who I feast with When I ain't in the lab flipping beats with Drums to pound, I be breaking it down With homeboy Van on the way uptown, how that sound It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time There's a whole lot of rappers in the world today Some good, there is some that got nothing to say Some fake, some false, some imitation But I'm the uncut raw for your generation Work magic with terms like never before Hang them rappers live, leave their head on the floor Drop hits for the hip hop crowd that rock kicks and hats Crisped jeans and whips to match Hardcore system up on blast co*k, dip and stash live now and forget the past In the streets try to hustle while eating a meal Watching out so you don't get beaten in the grill 'Cause the crossroads is deep, sleep and you will Be the next one up, I'm feeding the real So get eardrums son, start heating the drill One time and this is what y'all feel and I'ma still be