No Time to Speak

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The G-G-G-G-G-GBC The G-G-G-G-G-GBC Is in The House [Verse 1: Scoop Deville] Hop up, hop up out the Range It’s Devill-e in the game With no logos on the chain And I let my pants hang In the streets bang bang But I ain’t been the same since the rap game changed A lot of suckas wanna try to take my fame You just mad cuz all you do is the same old thang I just laugh Still sparking the same old flames Slick talking, moonwalking all over LA I love my city Like I love my Committee Trigger finger is itchy you know we getting it busy You know I’m so really Yall Milli Vanilli I’m at the Hollywood heezy splitting a philly I split a couple millies Make a couple of billies Split up the whole city and be richer than Richie I split a couple millies Make a couple of billies Split up the whole city and be richer than Richie Hey Chorus Rolling down the street Sitting crooked in my seat Head bobbing to the beat Let the volume peak Like uhh No time to speak Like uhh No time to speak Rolling down the street Sitting crooked in my seat Head bobbing to the beat Let the volume peak Like uhh No time to speak Like uhh No time to speak [Verse 2: Ryu] I don’t say I’m going in I’m already there I’m a grizzly bear in the woods nah Boys in the Hood got 3 dozen freaks and they all on my Woodcock Play some Get Busy turn the club into Woodstock Take your top off Hop in the rideya If you smoking some ganja got coke in the casa If you want it you can have it I’m supporting your habit You can snort the whole bag if that’ll force you to grab it Dab a little on your gums and Let it get numb Bobbing to the words and Weaving to the drums You ain’t gotta front girl I know you wanna fuck Cuz if you ain’t trying to fuck what you doing on the bus? You ain’t gotta front girl I know you wanna fuck Cuz if you ain’t trying to fuck what you doing on the bus? Chorus Rolling down the street Sitting crooked in my seat Head bobbing to the beat Let the volume peak Like uhh No time to speak Like uhh No time to speak Rolling down the street Sitting crooked in my seat Head bobbing to the beat Let the volume peak Like uhh No time to speak Like uhh No time to speak [Verse 3: Apathy] I’m dumber than dumber gets Much hotter than summer gets Summer fling, somersaults, something something, summer chicks I’m coke in the nose Your broke and it shows I’m dumping dummies in dumpsters with the dumbest of flows I’m picture perfect as picture Picasso Naw don’t picture Pablo Just picture diablo Lamborghinis spanish like bikinis at car shows I’m coke by the cargo I got an embargo A killer like Fargo A fucking retard tho With bicycle helmets I grab the mic and I melt it Ima either bite or repel it Cuz they bite it to sell it then cut it and bag it Cuz Ap is fishscale to them real rap addicts