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Sly Stone lyrics

(What time is it!!!)

This is one of those, A1-Yola raps...

Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind...

When you up all night

You see things you shouldn't have saw

Because the night gets raw

Drama is thicker than Skippy's peanut butter

Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man's mother

Feelin's empty, Love don't live here anymore

Awake like an owl at a quarter to four

Don't blink, a Caddy just ran a red light

Bumpin' thug life, and I blend with the night

They call me greedy

...(?) to get a girl a beaty

It's Andre Nickatina

I'm like a genie in a beanie

Amarato 88 Cadillac, all black

Copy cats try to match

But they style ain't exactly the same

Somebody said "Freeze it's a raid!"

You know cops are comin' when a brotha smells

Glazed doughnuts, hold up

Patna fill it to the rim (?)

Me and money go together like a feather in a brim

I'm a magician

...(?) but I ain't trippin'

A girl be yellin...(?) I don't listen

Crooked crow

Playas seem to like my style

Why's that killa whale...

[Chorus]:

I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!

I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!

I stay awake like an owl, Hoo!

I stay awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!

(What are ya baby?)

I'm a Raider, camouflaged in silver and the black

Tryin' to blitz through the line for the quarter back sack

Of the money

I dress like it's cold, not sunny

But slyer than a (?) fox tryin' to catch a bunny

In the snow

I'm try'na get paid like a ho

Or better yet the pimp that's rakin' in her dough

Like a baker

But check it, who's the king of the caine?

And what's that tiga's name with the Macintosh computer brain mind

Or should I say mine?

Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my crime

I'll call my lawyer!

Bail bonds keep me on the streets

Three in the mornin' I'm at the club with the freaks

But I got hawk eye

Meanin' that the joint is bein' watched

Drinkin' with the killas that be pushin' up the cost

For the drought season

...(?) season

...(?) up they best

But those be the ones that don't have to rest

Like an owl...

[Chorus]

I set a trap, I have to spin a web like a spider

Don't strike matches, hate child-proof lighters

Stay awake

Quick(?) as I pick up the pace

First I see a girl's butt, then I look at her face

I can't explain

I'm eatin' garlic bread with the steak

... (????) ....

Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part

I'm like a sentinel, known to be the principal original

Lookin' for the road that made it ...(?) they call it federal

I'm a general, but yet at times I blaze with my lieutenant

Popeye, no more blunts(?), who got the spinach?

Cough, choke, feelin' no remorse for the roach

Choppin' up freaks as ya lounge with your folks

Playin' dice, you take a chance at the crap game

It's all about the money baby, it's the rap game

And I'm an owl...

[Chorus] x2

Uh... And I'm out

Uh, Shit

It's a planned emergency, (It's a planned emergency)

It's a planned emergency, (It's a planned emergency)

What, STOP!

Shit, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me...

(What time is it!)

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