Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reppin Time , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Reppin Time |
| I’m BACK! |
| I’m on my Dipset shit, 20−30 grand in one pocket, foreign car |
| Outside… living life fast, you niggas need to catch up, slow pokes |
| NYC… Here We Go Again! |
| DIP, DIP SET! |
| I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA |
| GRIND… WHEN IT’S, WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME |
| WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME, WHEN IT’S REPPIN |
| TIME, WHEN IT’S WHEN IT’S REPPIN TIME |
| I GET ON EXTRA GRIND, I GET ON EXTRA GRIND |
| I 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 know |
| About that? |
| Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? |
| I got money on my |
| Mind man, we the talk of New York |
| You niggas want action, I got a movie for ya! |
| 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 steering |
| 60 thou Chopard wearing, just beat a trial hearing |
| You 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 Porter |
| RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners! |
| (HARLEM!) |
| The bright lights and my big city |
| My ice bright and the wrist silly (FLOSSIIIIIIING!) |
| I’m risking Fed time, front page headline |
| Make the pedal hit the floor til the throttle red line! |
| 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!) |
| 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 pass |
| Lights, camera’s, autographs…"Wet Willies", call a cab |
| The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey (BLINGING!) |
| And my niggas moving fish scale just like the Pisces! |
| Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge (Kalina!) |
| This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs |
| …and we invade the clubs standing on the furniture |
| Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked (EASTSIIIIDE!) |
| And we will burn you up like three star alarm |
| WE ARE THE BOMB HUNDRED G’S ON THE CHARM (Byrd Gang!) |
| You’d think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper |
| And 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, of the lot we peeling off! |
| The young and the restless… live life reckless |
| House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested |
| Cause I’m obsessed with the guns and the vest’s |
| Cause 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 niggas 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 City |
| My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee |
| We still diddy bopping (yeah) |
| We still could get it poppin (yeah!) |
| Ain’t nothing change but the year of the Range |
| And 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 grind |
| 40 cal, an extra nine Dipset the cities mine! |