Lyrics Bring It On (Feat. Suga Free And KoKane) - Snoop Dogg, Suga Free, Kokane

Bring It On (Feat. Suga Free And KoKane)

In this times
Of hate and pain
We need a remedy
To help us through the rain
Can’t you see
I’m straight up G.
Old Chief
Fuck you niggas
Think you can fuck with me
Oh c’mon
Now that pimp is gonna jump back
Bitch, and fuck that
Shit, I’m qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I’ve go
Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin' let you know
Break the bitch you say «I will»
Separate the bitch but you saying «I will»
Damn nigga, shit
Since you but it like that
I’mma lay some right now nigga
And take them straight to the track (track)
I’ve never let a bitch pimp me
Trying to tell me what to do but I’mma stay O.G.
Fresh out the pen only 30 today (30 today)
And every bitch in a multiply ways
Now since world
Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket
So she could smell like the big girl
And check the one with the fast mouth
Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass
I don’t care what you do
Long you don’t fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya’ll)
You think you can’t be touched
Niggas disappear all the time
Oh blue eyes
Dogg Sinatra
Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he)
The Glock cocker
Hoe hopper
Show stopper
Watch your mouth, bro (watch your mouth)
I put you in a brick in a building
And separate you from your children (Daddy)
I stay G’d up
All the G’s from my set ain’t never P-C-up (hahaha)
If you hit the main line
You gonna get stop
Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck
Me and my niggas go hard and paint
Putting pain where ain’t making bitch niggas pay
It’s a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside)
Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side
I’m talking big shit
Hold my dick
Banging on u cuz
Nigga this crip
I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Ah you ain’t knowin')
For you hoes to disbelieve (Oh to the basement)
You wanna bang let’s bang it on (Oh Oh)
With about a thousand niggas strong
I don’t care what you do (I don’t care what the fuck whatcha do)
Long you don’t fuck with me (As long you don’t fuck with mine)
You think you can’t be touched (Uhhhhh)
Niggas disappear all the time
No, I don’t love you, bitch
You a hoe, I never will (never will)
Can’t tell you my feelings
Cause the pimpin' don’t feel
Bitch, matter fact be gone
Fuck around and how you Mama saying «Baby, he won’t»
Talking about he a real pimp
Bitch, it’s jumbo lance with proper proper jumbo shrimp
Since I’m prepare with my hoe
Got it cracking with my hoe
Study macking with my hoe
Now I’m stacking with my hoe
I pop a bottle of Mo
About to model a hoe
I’m working them, serving 'em and breaking a (You know)
Did the weed, man get in
Take it too long
But when he get it dogg
I’m taking us off (Give it up nigga)
Niggas know how D-O-double G «does it»
Known for making that crip hop music
Don’t abuse
Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker
I don’t care what you do
Long you don’t fuck with mine
You think you can’t be touched
Niggas disappear all the time
I got so many tricks up my sleeve
For you hoes to disbelieve
You wanna bang let’s bang it on
With about a thousand niggas strong