Too Late

[Intro: Rapsody] Ladies and Gentlemen Introducing Kooley High [Verse 1: Tab-One] Yeah We've been creeping on the come up Sun down to sun up (uh) Kooley High truly fly y'all put your guns up (put 'em up) Mad cause we having fun while we get our funds up (yeah) Sad cause we number one, y'all ain't even runners up (haha) Steady playing catch-up while we get our numbers up Cool on the tracks but we hot like the summer months Smooth with the raps and we back with another one Groove like a needle in wax they wonder where we from North Kooleyina designers with the butter song (butter) Foolery and Sin lay the loops and then we take it home (yeah-yeah) Started with some H2O just to make it grow (yeah-yeah) Putting in work some jerks would rather take it slow (uh) Now they want to walk on turf because we making dough (shit) We recognize true worth and y'all are faking yo Too late to jump on ship we got a steady flow (come on) So y'all better kick some dirt and hit the exit do' [Chorus] The clock's ticking we got the plot listenin' so stop your bitchin' man Ever since my Kool came in, my crew flame any spot you name it Step back we had them set backs But we still rep the Cack-cack-cack-a-lack Don't wait for the morning, wake from the coma Hate if you wanna, too late you's a gona' [Verse 2: Charlie Smarts] Get up in the game, they calling time out (uh-huh) From the sideline we peeped your whole style out Simply. Come up on dinero, yessin, (yeah) Then he plug it in your earhole, testin' Hello, check check, I don't hear no records (whoo) The countdown's looking like zero seconds (whoo) Kooley High sounds like we're professionals And we got some extra goals We getting next to yo's (uh-huh) And we stepping forward (uh-huh) Ladies leave me messages with x and o'ses. (you know) My track speaks for itself, so no talk (never) I only need one line like a mohawk (so clever) They get fed, get large, then doze off Dickheads claim to be hard, but go soft. (please) On your wrist, some people stop, watch We at your door: knock, knock. Your jaws drop y'all, haha [Chorus] The clock's ticking we got the plot listenin' so stop your bitchin' man Ever since my Kool came in, my crew flame any spot you name it Step back we had them set backs But we still rep the Cack-cack-cack-a-lack Don't wait for the morning, wake from the coma Hate if you wanna, too late you's a gona' [Verse 3: Rapsody] I used to see you round the way, you wouldn't speak to me nigga Couldn't [????] out of all of my nigga Now you seem me on the yard and want to speak to me nigga You must have heard that we was buzzing so I guess that you figure You can jump back on like you never jumped off Check the arm on your Seiko your timing seems off Just a tad bit delayed like orange marmalade Bittersweet to be that dope and then left in the shade [Outro: Rapsody] K-High to the day I die, man We go hard on the yard You know what I'm saying You can ride walk, drive, but we gonna stay fly It's too late to cry. Just jump on board, you know Sin-city, takes us out man