Capone-N-Noreaga - Phonetime lyrics

Son I zone, my gun is never on safety
I copped the new Jordan's
The white ones wit skate key
Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time
Got my greens on
These faggots ain't deservin a shine
And yeah
While I'm home you like livin abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you
Smack you at the board when twenty-four
They did the same to Norman and Lord
Heard you cop the silver GS
My nigga you scored
Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head
You's a funny nigga
I just saw Kai in the yard
He said holla, when you getta chance
Scribe the God tell Kai I said what up
And his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto


It's pretty with chrome the day I come home
I need a mink and a brand new Mac
A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer
And the crack

I'm outside on the streets
Just holdin it down
I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books
I'm in the studio
Droppin sixteen's wit hooks
I'm in the yard in the cypha
Just smokin my sticks
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
I hit the law library, hope to come home soon
I just finished up the album
Fin' ta drop in June yeah, yeah, yeah
My little dun gangstas
Caught in blood beef with the Kings
You know Jarome brotha
My dun I used to creep wit in Queens
And dat's my dun too, so I'mma find out now
And have my dogs on the Island
Just get on the prawl
On the other side of things
I'm tryin to get released
Around my born day
But a nigga keep in beef wit da beast
Fuck the police
Cause all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose your CR
Son you'll get your open date
Dun, I'mma see ya regardless
Cause I got two violent felony charges
And you know your appeal is progress
You're my dog, dun
And we gon keep this tight
I keep your commisary phat
I'mma keep you right
I got the chronic stashed in
A coffee carton and kicks
Good lookin for the bitches butt
Naked and the flicks
And you ain't gotta thank me
Real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things

I'm outside on the streets
Just holdin it down
I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books
I'm in the studio
Droppin sixteen's wit hooks
I'm in the yard in the cypha
Just smokin my sticks
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
I hit the law library, hope to come home soon
I just finished up the album
Fin' ta drop in June yeah, yeah, yeah
I used to be ugly
Now these bitches is Medusa
And guess what? I made you executive producer
Some extra G's
So when you come home you breathe
They won't believe to see me come home to a V
Pigs pressin me
Want autographs for they seeds
I gotta CO thinkin that we
Gon fuck when I leave
Yo nigga think about this money
Fuck them hoes
We gonna throw a pounda weed out
At one the shows
Spread it out, in the crowd
See them niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas still diggin our style
Shit is foul
How these crackers tryin to keep me confined?
I gotta visit last week
And saw Gremlin Divine
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast
Son there's only one minute left
Son there's only one minute left
Son I'm ghost

I'm outside on the streets
Just holdin it down
I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books
I'm in the studio
Droppin sixteen's wit hooks
I'm in the yard in the cypha
Just smokin my sticks
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
I hit the law library, hope to come home soon
I just finished up the album
Fin' ta drop in June yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm outside on the streets
Just holdin it down
I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books
I'm in the studio
Droppin sixteen's wit hooks
I'm in the yard in the cypha
Just smokin my sticks
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
I hit the law library, hope to come home soon
I just finished up the album
Fin' ta drop in June yeah, yeah, yeah