Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean?
Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh.. bounce, yeah
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
Uhh.. you heard it from hearsay
[LL Cool J]
You wanna bang `em bang `em bang `em `til you can`t no more
Day-dreamin, bout slidin in that Bentley door
Cuban chain tucked in so the back`ll show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough
Fo` karats in each ear, lettin dude know
That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the Heineken, you`re not a Crist` fan
Ice is the tightest, broads breakin they neck and catchin arthritis
to bag a ghetto Midas
Jeans saggin down (uh) with the Michael Vick jersey
The white on whites from Uptown
Wifebeater underneath
If it`s totally necessary, some gold teeth, it`s on you
Pull up to the club real slow, leanin back on the cell
What the hell, these clowns is pointin at?
[Chorus]
(If you got the time.. then I`ve got the time) You clockin` G`s
You`re monopoly, and you property
(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin` G`s
(If you got the time.. then I`ve got the time) You clockin` G`s
You`re monopoly, and you property
(Tell homes over there to step off) You clockin` G`s
[LL Cool J]
Uhh, slide out slow (slowwwww)
Argue on the phone (uh) glance at the chrome (yea)
Hand on your waist just in case it`s on
Fully prepared to go to war `til the break of dawn
Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car
Rollin up {?} to rush into the bar
It`s a simple recipe, I-C-E
S-H-I-N-E equals free P
Mad birds in the jump-off (uh) lookin thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mer Send " Clockin Gs" Ringtone to your Cell