Big Syke, DJ Quik, E-40 - Time Iz Money lyrics

See, time is money, and money is time
I'm goin’ to get mine anywhere I can find
I'm from the sunshine state where
The hate don't wait
Ocean breeze, palm trees, and thug disease
Baby, please, I hang around thieves and G’s
So go 'head, squeeze, ain't no need to tease
In the race, I'ma win - let the games begin
Smellin' like skunk, now she drunk off gin
Pretend I'm your boyfriend (My boyfriend?)
Yeah, I'm your boyfriend
I got things I need to do
Can't be playin’ with you
If the chips overdue, you’ll be comin' anew
Got two things I don’t waste:
Money and my time
Playin' with my mind, girl
You're way outta line
My paper on pause just to get them drawers
You know you with a crook
We ain't breakin’ no laws

Time is money, and uh, money is time
You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
You've been
Sayin' for days that you're gonna stop by
Like you don't know there's more to this
Life than tryin' to get high

I do my, I do my thug thizzlemajig
My favorite pistola, my Sig
Sauer, disabler, stapler, wiggle your wig
I fell off in her crib on a good one, mayne
Her crevice so wet, some wanna get with me
I got a bag full of lettuce
Bumpin' my favorite slow ballad
Why you procrastinatin' and renegin'?
Twist up on salad (Salad)
My eyes just the reddest
I'm twisted, hampered, and high
(High) diggin' and divin' and lyin'
All in them thighs (Thighs)
I said, "What's my name?, " she said
"Your majesty"
"How it feel?" "It's all gravity"
Stickin' and movin' and groovin'
Gettin' her off (Uh, huh)
Doin' it in all of the rooms
And all on the couch (Couch)
I come from the soil
(Soil) , where coffee pots boil (Boil)
Hustlas be handlin' they business
Pharmists and chemists (Chemists)
Players be flossin' and coonin'
Wellin' and timin' (Timin')
Haters be plottin' and schemin'
Scammin' and tryin' (Tryin')
My time is money
(Money) , my money is time (Time)
Me and my potnas like it
DJ Quik on the grind (Grind)
Spliffin' and sippin' and perkin'
Belchin' and burpin' (Burpin')
Spittin' and rhymin' and rappin'
Sellin' and workin' (Workin')

Time is money, and uh, money is time
You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
You've been
Sayin' for days that you're gonna stop by
Like you don't know there's more to this
Life than tryin' to get high

I saw you walkin' down the street
And I had to stop
Turn up that break bad and drop the top
But what's happenin' with your girl and that
Drank - she gulp it down hard
What you doin' hangin' with
That broken down broad? (I don't know)
Girl, you need to get it
While the gettin' is good
And stop lettin' her keep you in the hood
Little mama (You right)
'Cause time is money, and we all on the clock
And we ain't no new faces
We've been known on the block
Look at E-40, look at Big Syke (Right)
Look at your boy Quik wheelie on that bike
Yo, we got it sittin' on our tailfeathers?
(Nah)
No, we them ghetto postmen tryna mail letters
'Cause ain't nothin' like the
Sound of them bills
When we fan 'em in your face and
It's all our scrill for real
And your homegirl standin' there drinkin'
Makin' you look bad
Now tell me what you thinkin'?
Number one, I don't like lint (Good)
Hangin' around nine broke muthafuckas
I'll be the tenth number two
(What?) , stay up on my paper chase
In your face i'm Witch Hazel
And I ain't got time to waste (Yes)

Time is money, and uh, money is time
You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
You've been
Sayin' for days that you're gonna stop by
Like you don't know there's more to this
Life than tryin' to get high
Time is money, and uh, money is time
You gotta yours, and I, I gotta get mine
You've been
Sayin' for days that you're gonna stop by
Like you don't know there's more to this
Life than tryin' to get high