[Hook: laid-back West Coast male rapper, easy, behind the snare] Take all the time you need, homie, take all the time you need I got a chair and a cooler, man, I got nowhere to be Ain't nobody rushin' nobody, ain't nobody gotta bleed So take all the time you need [Verse 1: slow and easy] Two o'clock at Sixth and Alder, yellow tape around the bank Thirty rifles on the cruisers, and the captain's lookin' blank Fella inside's got four tellers and a duffel full of cash And he's screamin' down the phone line, "Get a car, and make it fast" So they hand the phone to me, and I sit down nice and slow Pour a coffee, crack my knuckles, tell the man, "Hey, hello" He says, "Ten minutes or a teller," and I say, "I hear you, sure But let me tell you 'bout my brisket, see, I put it on at four" Fourteen hours on the hickory, keep the smoke low and even He says, "What?" I say, "The bark, man, that's the reason that I'm breathin'" [Hook: easy, behind the snare] Take all the time you need, homie, take all the time you need I got a chair and a cooler, man, I got nowhere to be Ain't nobody rushin' nobody, ain't nobody gotta bleed So take all the time you need [Verse 2: draggin' it out on purpose] Hour three, I'm on tomatoes, how I stake 'em, how I prune Hour four, I'm on the lawn, and why you never cut it after noon Hour five, I read the warranty for my mower, every page Hour six, the carburetor, how I tuned it in the garage He says, "Please, I'm beggin', man, just send the car and let me go" I say, "Buddy, hold your horses, I ain't told you 'bout the hose" Here's the secret, every man in there is runnin' on a clock And I ain't owned a watch since I was learnin' how to walk [Bridge: almost lazy, the band locked in a low groove] Low and slow, low and slow That's the brisket, that's the badge, that's the only way I know Fast men break, slow men don't Fast men make mistakes, and baby, slow men won't [Verse 3: colder, where the hook's other meaning lands] Hour nine, the front door opens, here he comes with both hands high Tellers walkin' out behind him, not a single teller cried He says, "Man, I'd rather go to prison than to hear another word" I say, "Lucky you, 'cause that's the only offer on the board" Cuffs click, and he looks at me and says, "So what you doin' tonight?" I say, "Brisket's ready, people comin', gonna slice it nice and right" Then I lean down to the cruiser window, easy as a breeze "Twenty-five to life, my man, so take all the time you need" I'll be home by eight o'clock with the brisket and the yard And you'll have all the time you need, and all you'll have is time and guards [Hook: easy, behind the snare] Take all the time you need, homie, take all the time you need I got a chair and a cooler, man, I got nowhere to be Ain't nobody rushin' nobody, ain't nobody gotta bleed So take all the time you need [End]
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