Time
Brian Bart Lyrics


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I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need s***
N****, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark s***
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

Everytime I roll up, n****s holla roll up and I tell 'em hold up
You ain't gettin' money, you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
High as a motherf***er
I be on them backstreets, n****s know I clap heat
Only if you got beef, man you better holla at me
N****s get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice, I holler get 'em girls
Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Perelli's
They look mean on 22's
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this b**** and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis
They was just hara**ing me 'cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need s***
N****, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark s***
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

Now if you heard I done started some s***
It ain't because I be high, I be high, I be high
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high, I be high, I be high
But I- twist that la, la, la, la

I get high as I wanna n****
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner n****
I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans

Let me show you how to greet me
When you meet me, when you see me
If you real my n****, you know how to holla 'G-Unit'
There's no competition, it's just me
50 Cent, motherf***er, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against, Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need s***
N****, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark s***
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin' on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin' Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young n**** bucking s*** like he O-Dog

My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a n**** food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave n****, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't s*** you can tell me
Now n****s calling me to feature, man f*** your money
I ain't hurting, am I, n****, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need s***
N****, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark s***
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***

G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?





N****, ready or not
Here I come, come, come

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Brian Bart's song "Time" talks about the rapper's love for smoking. The opening lines indicate that he prefers smoking good quality weed over expensive alcoholic beverages like Dom Perignon, Cris, Tanqueray, or Alize. The repeated phrase "I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***" conveys his sense of pride in smoking weed and the street life he represents. In the following lines, he talks about how he likes his weed, which includes dro, purple haze, and chocolate, lit with a dutch and a lighter. The lyrics also describe how people approach him to smoke with him, and he demands that only rich people who can afford to smoke with him do so.


The rest of the lyrics glorify his lifestyle, his gangster ways, and his willingness to use violence. He claims to be a gangster who is not afraid to use guns against his enemies. He says he uses weed to calm his nerves but is not afraid to get into fights. He also expresses his dislike for fans who stare at him and invites people to greet him with the label "G-Unit." In the last few lines, he makes a statement about his financial status, saying he doesn't need to write rhymes as he already has "bricks in the hood."


Overall, the lyrics showcase Brian Bart's life as a gangster and his addiction to smoking weed. The song has been criticized for promoting drug use and violence.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
I don't need expensive alcohol to feel good


Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need s***
I don't need popular brands of alcohol to feel good


N****, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I am always high because I smoke good quality marijuana


I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***
I am always high because of my lifestyle


Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me different strains of marijuana


Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark s***
Give me a cigar and a lighter, and I'll smoke marijuana


Every time I roll up, n****s holla roll up and I tell 'em hold up
Whenever I roll a marijuana joint, people ask for it but I ask them to wait


You ain't gettin' money, you ain't smoking
If you're not making money, you cannot afford to smoke marijuana


In my Benzo, 20-inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
I smoke marijuana while driving my Benz with 20-inch wheels


I shoot the dice, I holler get 'em girls
I play gambling games and call out for beautiful women


Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Perelli's
I need new shoes, preferably Perelli's


Bulletproof this b**** and I'm gone
I'll put bulletproof shields on my car and leave


They was just hara**ing me 'cause they know who I was
The police were bothering me because they recognized me


Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
I was put in jail overnight for smoking marijuana


I be high as a motherf***er
I am extremely intoxicated from marijuana


Now if you heard I done started some s***
If you heard that I caused some trouble


And if you heard I done let off a clip
If you heard that I fired a gun


But I- twist that la, la, la, la
But I deny any involvement with a musical tune


I get high as I wanna n****
I can get as high as I want from marijuana


Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner n****
If you challenge me, you will lose


Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
I will defeat my enemies like I crush hashish


If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man
If you love me, express it verbally rather than just staring at me


I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
I would hate to have to shoot one of my fans while driving my Benz


Let me show you how to greet me
Let me teach you the proper way to greet me


If you real my n****, you know how to holla 'G-Unit'
If you're real, you'll know how to shout out 'G-Unit'


There's no competition, it's just me
I have no competition


50 Cent, motherf***er, I'm hot on these streets
I am very popular on these streets


If David could go against, Goliath with a stone
If David could defeat Goliath using a stone


I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne
I can challenge both Nas and Jay-Z for the top spot in the industry


Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
Who else do you know that can write lyrics and use guns?


And have hoes in the hood sniffin' on white lines
And have women in the neighborhood using cocaine


You don't want me to be your kid's role model
You don't want me to be the example your children follow


I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and load up them hollows
I will teach them how to use guns and load them with bullets


Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Have a young person from the streets, prepared to use a gun


Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
A large marijuana cigar in his mouth and a small gun in his boot


Sit in the crib, sippin' Guinness, watching Menace
Sitting at home, drinking Guinness beer, and watching 'Menace to Society'


Then Oh Lord, have a young n**** bucking s*** like he O-Dog
Then, a young person is using a gun like the character 'O-Dog' in the movie 'Menace to Society'


My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time
My team relies on me in difficult situations


I eat a n**** food in broad day like it's lunchtime
I rob someone in broad daylight like it's a normal thing to do


You feeling brave n****, go ahead get gully
If you feel daring, go ahead and challenge me


See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
See if I won't shoot you and cause your brain to leak out of your head


I done made myself hot, so ain't s*** you can tell me
I made myself popular, so you can't tell me anything


Now n****s calling me to feature, man f*** your money
Now people want me to feature in their work, but I don't care about money


I ain't hurting, am I, n****, I'm doing good
I am not struggling financially, I am doing well


I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
I don't have to write lyrics, I have drugs in the neighborhood


G-Unit, are you ready?
Are you ready for G-Unit's music?


N****, ready or not
Be ready for us, or not


Here I come, come, come
We're coming with our music




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: HOMER BANKS, CARL MITCHELL HAMPTON, RAYMOND E. JACKSON, MICHAEL J. CLERVOIX, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO, CONRAD ALMONACY

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