Bringin It Lyrics by Timbaland & Magoo

Bringin It Lyrics


    What
    Yo yo yo yo yo yo
    Ha ha
    It ain't over baby
    It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
    Wah-kump
    Dat datdat dat
    Wah-kump, wah-kump
    Dat dat dat datdat dat
    Wah-kump
    Come on

    One question:
    Who be the thug that yall 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 muthafuckin 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 mc's 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'll 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

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