Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bringin' It, artist - Timbaland. Date of issue: 16.09.2019
Song language: English
Bringin' It |
| What? |
| Yo yo yo yo yo yo |
| It ain’t over baby it don’t stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat |
| Wah-kump dat dat dat dat |
| Wah-kump, wah-kump dat dat dat datdat dat |
| Wah-kump come on |
| One question who be the thug that y’all love most? |
| Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose the thug muscle |
| So whistle if you hear clear gon' get you close |
| And yous a dead man like last year see most fear |
| The marvelous, alias you dare discuss and get |
| Yo motherfuckin head crushed |
| These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed |
| I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze because you know you fronted |
| Too many MCs not clearly on this hype tip |
| I’ll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit |
| Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip |
| Easy boy, I’m stompin' corners where them drugs flip |
| Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' North shit |
| You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits it’s mob official |
| You test I’ll leave you knock-knissued bandaged up like a snitch |
| 'Cuz I ain’t fuckin' with you straight up, we bringin' it |
| What y’all, huh huh, V-A know about this |
| What y’all in Hampton, huh huh know about this |
| What y’all in P-Town know about this |
| What y’all in Hoviay know about this |
| Check it out |
| I’m ya P-Town hit man I’ll make ya shit man |
| Pay my stick man to do my dirt I’m filthy rich man |
| My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs |
| Make 'em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks |
| I told you that I’m project strong you took me wrong and learned |
| That thorough cats don’t last long Alias the Don |
| I leave it messy like I’m Joseph Pesci don’t fuck around |
| You ever test me and you’ll have to wet me I’m ghetto fabulous |
| The mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed |
| When there’s dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush |
| I rush club scenes like, what? |
| always carryin' the bust |
| The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain’t had enough |
| I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap |
| 'Cuz otherwise you wouldn’t quit that, to kidnap |
| So what I’m sayin' is, everybody’s real within the game |
| Alias be the fame, so you don’t know my name, nigga what? |
| What y’all V-A know about this |
| What y’all in Hampton, what know about this |
| What y’all in Nomo know about this |
| What y’all in Chesapeake know about this |
| Bring it boy |
| See I told y’all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep |
| AK’s and street sweeps gunnin' down in ya peeps |
| 44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low |
| Thugs know the real on how I let shit go |
| But if it’s real, my niggas hold a forty and fill |
| Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill |
| I’m at the point of no return, so I let shells spill |
| Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill |
| And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that steel |
| Shit’s for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel |
| They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs |
| And set on top of niggas what let’s straight wet the party up |
| ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, pull it up |
| Is that enough? |
| Y’all niggas still fail to call my bluff? |
| And yet I told you, when left back cain’t nobody knows you |
| I suppose you woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you |
| What y’all in V-A |
| Know about this- I told you |
| What y’all in Nomo, what |
| Know about this, what |