Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bringing It Back, artist - Lil Rob. Date of issue: 20.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bringing It Back |
| «Next to the Pacific, to be specific» |
| «Right next to the Pacific, to be specific» |
| «Right next to the Pacific, to be specific» |
| --] Lil' Rob |
| Got static |
| Like on my 45"s, handles static with .45's (Yeah) |
| Chicano gangster life (That's right) |
| I got three dots |
| It took three shots to put three vatos in the place, I mean, their plots (Yeah) |
| Thought they were bad motherfuckers |
| I guess they’re not (Fuck that) |
| I’m up in this, and I’m a give it what I got |
| And if I fail |
| Dust it off and give it one more shot |
| I’m in a laid out |
| Chevy in the parking lot |
| You dawgs don’t bite |
| But you sure do bark a lot (It's all you do) |
| Yeah |
| My Range is wide like my gangster wife (Yeah) |
| And those are white |
| Like my gangster nights |
| Are fucking tight (That's right) |
| I like the freaks that come out at night |
| I’m from the west, you know, the left |
| Where it feels so right |
| Pre-Chorus: Lil' Rob |
| I’m bringing it back |
| And I’m a rep the west like this (And I won’t quit, shit) |
| I know they ain’t expectin' this (I'll handle it) |
| It couldn’t be that homeboy, yes it is |
| I’m bringing it back (That's right) |
| I’m bringing it back (Simon) |
| I’m bringing it back |
| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west |
| Bring it back now |
| But, the west, just never left |
| Never back down |
| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west |
| Homeboy |
| I’m bringing it back (That's right) |
| I’m bringing it back (Simon) |
| They call me Lil' Rob, homie (Lil' Rob) |
| But I’m doin' it big |
| I’m fuckin' sick like a stylist, I’m splittin' your wig (Splitting your wig) |
| Rhymes blow your brain back, I know it already did (Already did) |
| If it hasn’t, it’s about to fuckin' flip your lids |
| Still roll on thirteen inch Daytons with the two chron knock off (Uh hun) |
| The bow tie |
| Dayton stand, don’t accept no knock offs (That's right) |
| I take it out |
| And go bust the shots off (Yeah) |
| Vatos want some pedo |
| Then I’m bustin' shots off |
| Gone through crosswalks |
| Vibrate the streets |
| Like Fingazz |
| Vibrates his teeth |
| When he’s working the talkbox |
| We’re getting sick with it |
| They say, «That song is sick |
| The beat is tight (That's right) |
| And I love the way he’s spittin'» |
| Repeat Pre-Chorus & Chorus |
| I’m bringing it back |
| The west coast |
| Right next to the Pacific Ocean |
| The west side |
| Yeah |
| The left side |
| Hook: Lil' Rob |
| Right next, to the Pacific |
| To, to be specific |
| That, that’s where we kick it |
| Where, where we get wicked |
| Flick, the switch and dip it |
| Lift, it up and tip it |
| Pack, the bomb and grip it |
| Take, the mic and rip |
| Right next, to the Pacific |
| To, to be specific |
| That, that’s where we kick it |
| Where, where we get wicked |
| Flick, the switch and dip it |
| Lift, it up and tip it |
| Repeat Pre-Chorus & Chorus |
| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey) |
| But, the west, just never left (Hey) |
| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey) |
| Oooh, oooh, oooh, I’m bringing it back |