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 mercy
  She want Prada, the pearl of drawers
  The new Fendi mink so she can act stink
  The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes
  The Mz. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
  One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
  Not knowin that you 20 deep, and you aight
    [Chorus]
    [LL Cool J]
  It's that, head-boppin, neck-jerkin
  Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
  Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
  Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
  Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
  Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
  Head-boppin, neck-jerkin
  Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin
    Huh.. waffle house, three-thirty
  You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies
  (Fly pelican fly) And they do it for you
  Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do
  You know the game, you a patient killer
  Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla
  She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's
  Cause it's lookin so sick, with six TV's
  While you leanin back laughin, doin twenty-five
  Ridin real slow that's how gangstas ride
  You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more
  Dream over, you're closin the Bentley door, out
    [Chorus - repeat 2X]