[{"id":32016949,"name":"reppin time","trackName":"reppin time","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"DJ Drama And Jim Jones-The Sev","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\nLiving life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\nNYC here we go again\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\nI got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\nYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\nLike eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\nWe back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\nWe getting money over here what's your occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\nAnd we will burn you up like three star alarm\nWe are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\nYou'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\nAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\nWe at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\nJust tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nThe young and the restless live life reckless\nHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\nThe rock star living, the hot cars and women\nThe God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\nThem bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\nAt Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\nAnd I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\nMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\nWe still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\nAin't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\nAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy\nAnd the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\nWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: reppin time\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: DJ Drama And Jim Jones-The Sev\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n  40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n"},{"id":23623834,"name":"Reppin' Time","trackName":"Reppin' Time","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"DJ Drama & Jim Jones: The Seven Day Theory","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\nLiving life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\nNYC here we go again\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nI'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\nI got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\nYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\nLike eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\nWe back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\nWe getting money over here what's your occupation\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\nAnd we will burn you up like three star alarm\nWe are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\nYou'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\nAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\nWe at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\nJust tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nThe young and the restless live life reckless\nHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\nThe rock star living, the hot cars and women\nThe God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\nThem bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\nAt Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\nAnd I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\nMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\nWe still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\nAin't nothing change but the year of the Range\nAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy\nAnd the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\nWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reppin' Time\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: 'DJ Drama & Jim Jones: The Seven Day Theory'\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n  40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n"},{"id":18236536,"name":"Reppin' Time - Jim Jones","trackName":"Reppin' Time - Jim Jones","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)","duration":264.213,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\nLiving life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\nNYC here we go again\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\nI got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\nYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\nLike eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\nWe back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\nWe getting money over here what's your occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\nAnd we will burn you up like three star alarm\nWe are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\nYou'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\nAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\nWe at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\nJust tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nThe young and the restless live life reckless\nHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\nThe rock star living, the hot cars and women\nThe God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\nThem bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\nAt Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\nAnd I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\nMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\nWe still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\nAin't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\nAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy\nAnd the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\nWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reppin' Time - Jim Jones\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)\n  duration_ms: 264213\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n  40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n"},{"id":27927376,"name":"Reppin Time","trackName":"Reppin Time","artistName":"Jim Jones","albumName":"DJ Famous-Jim Jones vs Jay-Z: The Boss Of The Bosses Pt. 1 (Bootleg)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\nLiving life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\nNYC here we go again\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\nI got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\nYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\nLike eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\nWe back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\nWe getting money over here what's your occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\nAnd we will burn you up like three star alarm\nWe are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\nYou'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\nAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\nWe at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\nJust tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nThe young and the restless live life reckless\nHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\nThe rock star living, the hot cars and women\nThe God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\nThem bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\nAt Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\nAnd I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\nMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\nWe still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\nAin't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\nAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy\nAnd the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\nWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reppin Time\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: 'DJ Famous-Jim Jones vs Jay-Z: The Boss Of The Bosses Pt. 1 (Bootleg)'\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that 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up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\nYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\nLike eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\nWe back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\nWe getting money over here what's your occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\nAnd we will burn you up like three star alarm\nWe are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\nYou'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\nAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\nWe at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\nJust tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nThe young and the restless live life reckless\nHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\nThe rock star living, the hot cars and women\nThe God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\nThem bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\nAt Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\nAnd I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\nMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\nWe still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\nAin't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\nAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy\nAnd the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\nWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reppin Time\n  artist: Jim Jones\n  album: DJ Trigga And DJ  Onpoint-Jim\n  duration_ms: 259239\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n  40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When 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roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, 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restless live life reckless\nHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\nThe rock star living, the hot cars and women\nThe God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\nThem bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\nAt Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\nAnd I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\nMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\nWe still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\nAin't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\nAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy\nAnd the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\nWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' 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reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing 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grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\nLiving life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\nNYC here we go again\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\nI got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial 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The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause 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when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\nAnd we will burn you up like three star alarm\nWe are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\nYou'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\nAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\nWe at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\nJust tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' 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We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n  40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when 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when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\nI got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\nYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\nLike eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\nWe back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\nWe getting money over here what's your occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the 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fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When 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it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\nI got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\nAnd it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\nYou should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\nLike eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\nWe back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\nWe getting money over here what's your occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, 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 artist: Jim Jones\n  album: Stackhouse Recordings Presents Instrumental Invasion - Diplomatic Season II, Volume 7\n  duration_ms: 120000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When 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time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling 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icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\nThis is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\nAnd we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\nThrowing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\nAnd we will burn you up like three star alarm\nWe are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\nYou'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\nAnd now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\nWe at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\nJust tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nDip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\nI get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nThe young and the restless live life reckless\nHouse money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\nThe rock star living, the hot cars and women\nThe God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\nThem bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\nAt Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\nAnd I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\nMy hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\nWe still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\nAin't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\nAnd the clouds still moving with the squamy\nAnd the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\nWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's 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time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and 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relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's 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what's your occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we 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reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at 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see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still 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occupation\n\nWe on top of things and we got them things\nBut we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\nI know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\nRIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\nThe bright lights and my big city\nMy ice bright and the wrist silly\nI'm risking Fed time, front page headline\nMake the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\nDip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\nWhen it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\nI let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\nIt's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\nAnd when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\nLights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\nThe fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\nAnd my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\nMomma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the 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reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star 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Members of Byrdgang\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n  40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n"},{"id":24011909,"name":"reppin time","trackName":"reppin time","artistName":"jim jones","albumName":"DJ E.Nyce & DJ Reflection - 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State 2 State\n  duration_ms: 116150\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit\n  20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside\n  Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes\n  NYC here we go again\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I'm in the coupe relaxing, you see the roof collapsing\n  I got my paper up although I'm still kufi smacking\n  And it's God fearing, foreign car steering\n  60 thou Jabar wearing, just beat a trial hearing\n\n  You should catch me walking cocky out the courtroom\n  Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom\n  We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em\n  We getting money over here what's your occupation\n\n  We on top of things and we got them things\n  But we only sell them birds, you tryna cop a wing?\n  I know the real rich, the real Richard Porter\n  RIP he left the hood to us, we own the corners\n\n  The bright lights and my big city\n  My ice bright and the wrist silly\n  I'm risking Fed time, front page headline\n  Make the pedal hit the floor 'til the throttle red line\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  I let my pants sag, so I can show my ass\n  It's twenty g's a pocket, that's 'cause we blowing cash\n  And when the photo's flash, Gallardies going pass\n  Lights, camera's, autographs 'Wet Willies\", call a cab\n\n  The fast life is pricey, the time piece is icey\n  And my niggaz moving fish scale just like the Pisces\n  Momma raised a thug, lawyers when we face the judge\n  This is the chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs\n\n  And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture\n  Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked\n  And we will burn you up like three star alarm\n  We are the bomb hundred g's on the charm\n\n  You'd think I own the cleaners how I wash that paper\n  And now we at the dealer tryna cop all flavors\n  We at the dealer dog, so how you feeling y'all?\n  Just tear the ceiling off, fuck the light we peeling off\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind\n  I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n\n  The young and the restless live life reckless\n  House money on the necklace the pigs want him arrested\n  'Cause I'm obsessed with the guns and the vest's\n  'Cause when you get some cake, the candles come with a death wish\n\n  The rock star living, the hot cars and women\n  The God forgive him, hope the cop cars don't get 'em\n  Them bitches on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks\n  At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back\n\n  And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City\n  My hat to the back, I stay flyer than a Frisbee\n  We still Diddy bopping, we still could get it poppin'\n  Ain't nothing change but the year of the Range\n\n  And the clouds still moving with the squamy\n  And the gangsta's don't die, we get money and move to Miami!\n  When it's repping time, I get on extra grind\n  40 cal, an extra nine Dip set the cities mine\n\n  Dip, dip, dip, dip set when it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n  When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time\n"}]