o?clock in the morning Rising from their narrow bed The poorly clothed and the barely fed Know someone filled their dreams with lead At six o?clock in the morning
street The shop windows reflect play a nameless host To a closet ghost a picture of your fantasy A victim of your misery and Private hell Alone at 6 o'clock
at 6 o'clock I heard you say There was something that was on your mind But you ain't told me and it's almost 9 Now it's 9 o'clock and I thought We could
6 o'clock But my man got the hook up at the Marriott We can scoop somethin' from the wildest spot And la di da da da Party ain't over 'til 6 o'clock
m talkin' to the hot red hot big money spending scum An' you be here 6 o'clock tomorrow evenin' And then I hear Bronx New York Get on the telephone Call
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
times I would say it's over Since the party so live, Fuck it keep it going Shit don't stop till 6 in the morning Come 7 o'clock a nigga still ain'
Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang Fuckin that cunt like a maniac Steamin up my back windows of my '86 Pontiac Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink By 10 o'clock
to 5-6 best beleive We calling up some biancas on the humbug To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound 5-6-1-6 Highland feeling
the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows up, must
the night away Shorty Miami all the pretty girls Shorty We know chicks all around the world I'm chillin' in my 4.6, at the light 5 o'clock in the morning
From 8 at night till 6 in the morn' Intend to get naked, try to put me on Tick, tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin' Pour one more and wait for
way back up to the crib This evening I'm gon? put this love on you It's 6 o'clock you in my spot, we talk all the way to 7 Through 8 o'clock, through 9 o'clock
to call me 'Cause Can' is the prodigy and I mobs deep If you rollin wit a playa, Mami c'mon Cause Imma keep it goin 'til 6 o'clock in the morning OOOH
At 6 o'clock I roll my truck out onto the street Morning sun is shining on the trash that I will meet There's broken dolls and rubber wheels, TV sets
time clock I got my other eye on the girl in the hall I got this rocket, hum Stuck right here in my pocket Waitin' for the 5 o'clock whistle to call
Cold: It have happened to anybody ok? Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on you it's kind of early in the morning. Jim: It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon Steve
