Cham - Tic Toc lyrics

1... 2... 3... Yo, Operator jack it up And make the girls them on de dance floor back it up Yo, tell the selector fe pull it up The place hot but a hot girl pull it up Yo, Operator jack it up And make the girls them pon de dance floor back it up Ah what dem think? Ah what dem feel? Ah what dem think? Clean Steel! (chorus) Tic Toc Tic goes the clock Informers dance to the sound of my glock They all get scared when they hear the thing c*** Rude boy there and we have the place lock Tic Toc Tic goes the clock Blaze up the fire make the fussy dem drop Chilling in the club Champagne a pop Getting that money and we ain't gonna stop We gonna party like we never had a party yet She get scared cause she never had a yardie yet Tipsy because she never drink Bacardi yet She never get it 'til she sing a Bob Marley yet I like the way she keep it tight like she celibate She have me acting like a bedroom degenerate Turn on the charm and me get her whole body wet Off the bed, on the floor, pon the laminate I hear the enemies ah call out meh name Them act like them think it is a game Let them know when we roll we roll deep Bad man put them to sleep! Bad a week! (chorus) She's all over me that is so ironic Rockin' them sevens and brown man hold a blonic Whisper in my ear she wha fly supersonic Vitamin S - she want the natural tonic Real street hustler we grow hydroponic Jamaican n****s doh live without chronic Snitches and rats make me get demonic Run up in the club and make the whole place panic Never trust a rat cause dem love chat ya heard Snitch will always be a snitch mark meh word Flex like a fool get caught like a nerd Go jail and go sing like bird (chorus) Cho! Raise ya gla** make a toast to the dapper dem Ah wanna big up all the champagne popper dem The ones who live the lifestyles of the rapper dem And all the girls dem wit de biggest set a knocker dem Ya gotta love it when ya see a whole flock a dem Up in the club and ya boys taking stock a dem Am feeling one but the rest a c*** blocker dem That's how you know you gotta bring ya game proper then Don't hate the informers and the clocker them The news carriers the baby mother tracker dem Big up the big money spenders and the shopper dem And all the ladies in the club they a** clapper dem Scream, if you looking fat like de whopper dem Make a n**** bust quick show a flop a dem Woman a request the real toppa top a dem Where they bounce news stopper dem! Come again! (chorus) (repeat first verse)