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    "Big Time" Lyrics


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    [K] Yeah.. P-I-RE-X
    [T] Yeahh, hahahaha
    [K] cool 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 want to 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] - 2X
    [Tim Dog]
    I want to 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] - 2X
    [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 restaurant, 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] - 2X
    [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)
    cool Keith, Big Time
    Pimpin REX is, Big Time
    Tim Dog, is Big Time
    Cause you know we gotta end this rhyme
    This song was submitted on October 21st, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Angie Aparo, John D. Rich, Ken Alphin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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