Lirik Lagu Reppin' Time - Jim Jones
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[Intro]I'M BACK! I'm on my Dipset shit, 20-30 grand in one pocket, foreign caroutside...living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokesNYC...Here We Go Again!
DIP,DIP SET! I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRAGRIND...WHEN IT'S, WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIMEWHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S REPPINTIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME
[Chorus One]I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRINDI GET ON EXTRA GRIND WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
It's Dipset Season, you ready to grind? Get money, rep yours, what you knowabout that? Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? I got money on mymind man, we the talk of New Yorkyou niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya!
[Jim Jones]I'm in the coupe relaxing (like that)you see the roof collapsing (drop the top!)I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking! (smack the shit out you!)And it's God fearing, foreign car steering60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearingYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom (diddy bopping!)Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom (ZOOOOOOOOOM!)Back in population (what else?)we cop drops to race 'em (BALLIIIING!)we getting money over here WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION?!?!We on top of things, and we got them things (them birds)But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing? (you a petty hustler)I know the real Rich...the REAL Richard PorterRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners! (HARLEM!)The bright lights and my big citymy ice bright and the wrist silly (FLOSSIIIIIIING!)I'm risking Fed time, front page headlinemake the pedal hit the floor til the throttle red line!
[Chorus Two]DIP DIP DIP DIPSET! WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
[Jim Jones]I let my pants sag (why?), so I can show my ass (KISS MY ASS!)It's twenty g's a pocket, that's cause we blowing cash (that's NOTHING!)And when the photo's flash (SMILE!), Gallardies going passLights, camera's, autographs..."Wet Willies", call a cabThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey (BLINGING!)And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces!Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge (Kelina!)This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs...and we invade the clubs standing on the furnitureThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked (EASTSIIIIDE!)and we will burn you up like three star alarmWE ARE THE BOMB HUNDRED G'S ON THE CHARM (Byrd Gang!)You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paperAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors (BALLIIIIIIING!)We at the dealer dog (yeah), so how you feeling y'all?!?....just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off!
[Chorus Two]
[Chorus One]
[Jim Jones]The young and the restless...live life recklessHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrestedCause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest'scause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish!The rock star living (what else?), the hot cars and women (LAVISH LIFE!)...the God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em (SQUALIIIIIIIIE!)This for them niggaz that...at the club, throwing stacks (BALLIN!)At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back!and I'm back, it's Mr. New York CityMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a FrisbeeWe still diddy bopping (yeah)we still could get it poppin (yeah!)ain't nothing change but the year of the RangeAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy (loaded)and the gangsta's don't die, we get MONEEEEY and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind40 cal, an extra nine Dipset the cities mine!
[Chorus Two]
DIP,DIP SET! I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRAGRIND...WHEN IT'S, WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIMEWHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S REPPINTIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME
[Chorus One]I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRINDI GET ON EXTRA GRIND WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
It's Dipset Season, you ready to grind? Get money, rep yours, what you knowabout that? Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? I got money on mymind man, we the talk of New Yorkyou niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya!
[Jim Jones]I'm in the coupe relaxing (like that)you see the roof collapsing (drop the top!)I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking! (smack the shit out you!)And it's God fearing, foreign car steering60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearingYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom (diddy bopping!)Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom (ZOOOOOOOOOM!)Back in population (what else?)we cop drops to race 'em (BALLIIIING!)we getting money over here WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION?!?!We on top of things, and we got them things (them birds)But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing? (you a petty hustler)I know the real Rich...the REAL Richard PorterRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners! (HARLEM!)The bright lights and my big citymy ice bright and the wrist silly (FLOSSIIIIIIING!)I'm risking Fed time, front page headlinemake the pedal hit the floor til the throttle red line!
[Chorus Two]DIP DIP DIP DIPSET! WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIPSET)WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT'S WHEN IT'S REPPIN TIME (DIP DIPSET!)
[Jim Jones]I let my pants sag (why?), so I can show my ass (KISS MY ASS!)It's twenty g's a pocket, that's cause we blowing cash (that's NOTHING!)And when the photo's flash (SMILE!), Gallardies going passLights, camera's, autographs..."Wet Willies", call a cabThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey (BLINGING!)And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces!Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge (Kelina!)This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs...and we invade the clubs standing on the furnitureThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked (EASTSIIIIDE!)and we will burn you up like three star alarmWE ARE THE BOMB HUNDRED G'S ON THE CHARM (Byrd Gang!)You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paperAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors (BALLIIIIIIING!)We at the dealer dog (yeah), so how you feeling y'all?!?....just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off!
[Chorus Two]
[Chorus One]
[Jim Jones]The young and the restless...live life recklessHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrestedCause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest'scause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish!The rock star living (what else?), the hot cars and women (LAVISH LIFE!)...the God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em (SQUALIIIIIIIIE!)This for them niggaz that...at the club, throwing stacks (BALLIN!)At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back!and I'm back, it's Mr. New York CityMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a FrisbeeWe still diddy bopping (yeah)we still could get it poppin (yeah!)ain't nothing change but the year of the RangeAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy (loaded)and the gangsta's don't die, we get MONEEEEY and move to Miami!
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind40 cal, an extra nine Dipset the cities mine!
[Chorus Two]
