Artist: Down South Album: Lost in Brooklyn Song: Around the Clock Typed by: Matt Jost [ Soda Pop ] I know kids see my height and they take me light But I fight like a madman if [edited] got tight You know I'm kickin and punchin, now your smile is like a snaggle All cracked up by one little Fraggle Rock with your face all toned But I rocked you so hard that you was [edited] out kidney stones It's amazing how you have to show your wealth Prove knowledge of self, as the cards are bein dealt But the Fizz Man is a Soda Man...wich comes in a can And watch us pack them grand stands [ Shawn J-Period ] Cause I can pack it up like a shipper Or row the Titanic, lend a hoe to the captain and the skipper Watch me flipper like flapjacks and never fall short Forget a penny, gimme 8.99 for my thoughts Better yet buy the CD - not greedy Just wanna feed the fam and to have a little change for the needy I could be a nice [edited] like your folks But if provoked, damn right I rip the tonsils out your throat [ Soda Pop ] And just remember when the LP drops Your chart position stop So fly south with the flock Cause soon your [edited]'ll go flat, we're on like a top hat It's nasty like that while we're waitin by the haystack [ CHORUS ] And ah tic-toc around the clock And we don't stop rockin till (probably at 3 o'clock) [ Shawn J-Period ] The snare and the horn got you [edited] open It got my pockets green like ( ? ) In the morn I eat grits, pop a few Tics Stick a few tacks and move a few toes Of some prospective hoes that I know And the ones I haven't met Got skills to make the rainforest wet Don't fret, little fishies in the net'n I had to ride the Trojan horse cause it was my last Armageddon [ Soda Pop ] Wow what's comin from the pencil has no erasers But could you raise the level on my flying faders I'm like a Raider, committed to excellence Smell the effervessence As we drop another hit, you know we won't quit Hip-Hop is the ultimate attraction Pure satisfaction for your listening pleasure For we do whatever and we drop a bomb whatever Diggin in pots of gold without 100,000 sold But did you know the wrong team went gold? With the same song and dance Stole someone else's fans Just remember when the LP drops Your chart position stop So fly south with the flock [ CHORUS ]