If I take time, yeah If I take time, yeah (take time) Take time, yeah We need to take time, time Oh yeah, we need to take time, time And if I take time, time (take time) We need to take time, time (take time) Twenty-four dollars Oh, oh, oh, yeah (murda,

Now this nigga been shot but you already know that You were at the jail recently and master Codi told him This ain't no place for you He said, being locked up twenty four hours a day That shit ain't gangsta He said, being outside takin' care of your

Lady, where's your love gone? Let's go down, down low down Where I know I should not go Oh, and she thinks she's the one But she's just one in twenty-four And just 'cause everybody's doing it Does that mean that I can, too? I was looking but can't find

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it uh Look at all these old school Chevy's Twenty four's so you know we roll heavy uh They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Them boys will put you down

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

Twenty four karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Put your pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up) Why you mad, fix ya

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to