Emm Gryner

Emm Gryner - July lyrics

[K] Yeah.. P-I-RE-X

[T] Yeahh, hahahaha

[K] Kool Keith

[T] It's a brand new year, and we finally made it

[K] Tim Dog

[T] We finally made it boys, to the big time

[K] Yeah

[T] The big time..

[T] We're checkin all our hizzes, and handlin all our business

[K] Handle that

[T] Hey yo, pour me some more of that champagne

[Intro: Tim Dog]

Big time, laced down, diamonds on my wrist

Sippin Dom P in the limousine

Big time, stay crisp, always gettin chips

Makin mad moves with the gangsta lean

[Tim Dog]

Get money, get money, how we live every day

All work, no play, it's an everyday thing, hey

Get the chips aight? No need to flip

Last brother tried to trip got licked with the clip

Rappers runnin up to me sayin, "Yo, keep it real, represent"

Then I say, "Let me see you pay my rent"

Yo I gotta get those dead presidents

Cause rappers in the game ain't makin no sense

You couldn't bust a dollar out of fifteen cents

And now you tryin to front on my jewels and my mint, motherf..

You make me wanna hurt somethin

Word to God, I'ma beat you like you stole somethin

But I'ma chill and flex and cash checks and shine my Rolex

and drink wine; cause baby it's time to make the big time

[Chorus: Tim Dog]

Big time, laced down, diamonds on my wrist

Sippin Dom P in the limousine

Big time, stay crisp, always makin chips

Makin big moves with the gangsta lean

[Kool Keith]

You know they small time Tim yo, I blew they cover

I'm bigger than that, I bought them minks for they mother

Willie Bigs massage parlors built in every city

You play games on four-track, your steelo can't MIDI

Your whole entourage is duplicatin "Poppa Large"

With three trailers, Mercedes trucks parked in the garage

You hangin high, you dusted puffin sink lye

My friends are rich, go tell the Feds when you snitch

You fakin moves, with artificial Gotti rules

I'm water repellant, you bounced off my two sacks

My money's in walls, stashed in the mouse cracks

Critics criteria, jealous of my silk interior

I'm big time, with rubber bands built around your mind

My credit is filled in my house packed with ten children

I'm big time

That's right yeah, as I move on, we gotta do this

[Chorus x2]

[Tim Dog]

I wanna be big time, and make a whole lot of currency

A rich black man is a lot of fun to see

Got mansions with whore stages, paid my workers minimum wages

I'm known for takin a hundred grand, and bustin 'em down in Vegas

I'm the greatest, high rollin player in the industry

My personal bank account, is United States treasury

Fool that'll be, known to any friend or any foe

Yo you gotta make the dough, get the dough, get the dough

Get those hizzes off your mizzind, business is yo' design

Impact wit yo' mack, cause you gotta make it big time

[Chorus x2]

[Kool Keith]

I'm not impressed, no quality there, what's on your brain?

You was caught at my table, drinkin cheap champagne

At the fanciest resteraunt, your pockets had no cash

At the drop of a dime, I pulled a hundred out my ass

Then fed your stomach, you loved it, your girl slurped it

Drunk my brew, you started rappin soundin doo-doo

You got real personal, asked if we make a million

I fronted two rocks, and gave the monkies two billion

Look at me, my watch, your girl felt my peepee

You know why? I'm big time

(Hahahaha! You're not the mafia Tony, cause me and my friend is)

[Chorus x2]

[Tim Dog over Chorus]

Yeah, yeah

So now you know

Gettin money, makin dough

Ha, so don't get it twisted (hahahaha, that's right)

Big time is how we livin (you don't know the families)

Cash is how we live (all of the familes)

Yeah.. (we can meet up)

So don't ever forget (have big meetings)

Cause we comin to your town (that's right.. you game?)

(Your sicilian brothers will be in - town, will be there)

Kool Keith, Big Time

Pimpin REX is, Big Time

Tim Dog, is Big Time

Cause you know we gotta end this rhyme

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