Tic Toc
Cham
1... 2... 3...
Yo, Operator jack it up
And make the girls them
on de dance floor back it up
Yo, tell the selector fe pull it up
The place hot but a hot girl pull it up
Yo, Operator jack it up
And make the girls them
pon de dance floor back it up
Ah what dem think?
Ah what dem feel?
Ah what dem think?
Clean Steel!
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
We gonna party like
We never had a party yet
She get scared cause
she never had a yardie yet
Tipsy because
she never drink Bacardi yet
She never get it 'til
she sing a Bob Marley yet
I like the way
she keep it tight like she celibate
She have me acting
like a bedroom degenerate
Turn on the charm
And me get her whole body wet
Off the bed,
on the floor,
pon the laminate
I hear the enemies
ah call out meh name
Them act like them
think it is a game
Let them know
when we roll we roll deep
Bad man put them to sleep!
Bad a week!
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
She's all over me that is so ironic
Rockin' them sevens
And brown man hold a blonic
Whisper in my ear
She wha fly supersonic
Vitamin S -
She want the natural tonic
Real street hustler
We grow hydroponic
Jamaican niggas
Doh live without chronic
Snitches and rats
Make me get demonic
Run up in the club
And make the whole place panic
Never trust a rat cause
Dem love chat ya heard
Snitch will always
Be a snitch mark meh word
Flex like a fool
Get caught like a nerd
Go jail and go sing like bird
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
Cho! Raise ya glass make
A toast to the dapper dem
Ah wanna big up all the
Champagne popper dem
The ones who live
The lifestyles of the rapper dem
And all the girls dem wit
De biggest set a knocker dem
Ya gotta love it
When ya see a whole flock a dem
Up in the club
And ya boys taking stock a dem
Am feeling one
But the rest a cock blocker dem
That's how you know
You gotta bring ya game proper then
Don't hate the informers
And the clocker them
The news carriers
The baby mother tracker dem
Big up the big money spenders
And the shopper dem
And all the ladies in the club
They ass clapper dem
Scream, if you looking fat
Like de whopper dem
Make a nigger bust
Quick show a flop a dem
Woman a request
The real toppa top a dem
Where they bounce
News stopper dem! Come again!
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
(repeat first verse)
compositores: DAMEON BECKETT, DAVE KELLY
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Yo, Operator jack it up
And make the girls them
on de dance floor back it up
Yo, tell the selector fe pull it up
The place hot but a hot girl pull it up
Yo, Operator jack it up
And make the girls them
pon de dance floor back it up
Ah what dem think?
Ah what dem feel?
Ah what dem think?
Clean Steel!
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
We gonna party like
We never had a party yet
She get scared cause
she never had a yardie yet
Tipsy because
she never drink Bacardi yet
She never get it 'til
she sing a Bob Marley yet
I like the way
she keep it tight like she celibate
She have me acting
like a bedroom degenerate
Turn on the charm
And me get her whole body wet
Off the bed,
on the floor,
pon the laminate
I hear the enemies
ah call out meh name
Them act like them
think it is a game
Let them know
when we roll we roll deep
Bad man put them to sleep!
Bad a week!
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
She's all over me that is so ironic
Rockin' them sevens
And brown man hold a blonic
Whisper in my ear
She wha fly supersonic
Vitamin S -
She want the natural tonic
Real street hustler
We grow hydroponic
Jamaican niggas
Doh live without chronic
Snitches and rats
Make me get demonic
Run up in the club
And make the whole place panic
Never trust a rat cause
Dem love chat ya heard
Snitch will always
Be a snitch mark meh word
Flex like a fool
Get caught like a nerd
Go jail and go sing like bird
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
Cho! Raise ya glass make
A toast to the dapper dem
Ah wanna big up all the
Champagne popper dem
The ones who live
The lifestyles of the rapper dem
And all the girls dem wit
De biggest set a knocker dem
Ya gotta love it
When ya see a whole flock a dem
Up in the club
And ya boys taking stock a dem
Am feeling one
But the rest a cock blocker dem
That's how you know
You gotta bring ya game proper then
Don't hate the informers
And the clocker them
The news carriers
The baby mother tracker dem
Big up the big money spenders
And the shopper dem
And all the ladies in the club
They ass clapper dem
Scream, if you looking fat
Like de whopper dem
Make a nigger bust
Quick show a flop a dem
Woman a request
The real toppa top a dem
Where they bounce
News stopper dem! Come again!
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Informers dance
To the sound of my glock
They all get scared
When they hear the thing cock
Rude boy there
And we have the place lock
Tic Toc Tic goes the clock
Blaze up the fire
Make the fussy dem drop
Chilling in the club
Champagne a pop
Getting that money
And we ain't gonna stop
(repeat first verse)
compositores: DAMEON BECKETT, DAVE KELLY
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