Kottonmouth Kings - Bring It On Lyrics
Bring It, Bring It, Bring It, Bring It On[DADDY X]Oh no, here we goKottonmouth Kings about to blowAll because the way we rollThat underground wayNow 10 years laterThere's a lot more player hatersBut the love is overwhelmingLet me put it this wayIma baller punk pimp; I'm a rollin' stoneBonafide born mackI'm always stoned to the boneGot an underground palace with a custom made throneGot my own *****in' song on my cellular phoneSo just leave a message 'cuz I'm never home[Chorus]So many years in this game and we still strongSo many haters that we had to prove dead wrongYou talking shit you little ***** you wanna bring it, bring it onYou play with BB guns we drop atomic bombsSave your breath you cowardsYou ain't got nothin to sayWorkin' nine to fiversHate us 'cuz we live this way[D-LOC]Sick of all these fools talking shitEat a dick, you need to grow up like a man, *****You actin like a chickTry to punk kottonmouth you'll get burnt like a wickGive a ***** about your fameI got under ground hitsSay we're not originalNo budget for the videosDon't push it to the radioYou got hyped up on them demo'sWhat you want from us (yeah) you need to just let us know Still lick nutscause the Industy's a bunch of punks![RICHTER]You used to be a fanSo why you frontin', BI just don't understandYo what you want from me?Why you speakin, using my name with profanity?It's gonna end up in one family's tragedyAlcohol gets in youNow your crazy hardOnly place you wanna face me's at the local barYou karaoke kid. Shit. I keep thousands jumpin'Only thing you get from me. nah. ***** it. you get nothin'[Chorus]So many years in this game and we still strongSo many haters that we had to prove dead wrongYou talking shit you little ***** you wanna bring it, bring it onYou play with BB guns we drop atomic bombsSave your breath you cowardsYou ain't got nothin to sayWorkin' nine to fiversHate us 'cuz we live this way[DADDY X]Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty ReviewMr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical viewMr. Website ryda out in KalamazooYou're speakin' words untrueSo we say "***** You!"[RICHTER]On the phone barkin' like your some big assasinWhen you gonna walk the walkThat's what I'm askin'Blow so much smoke that for air I leave you gaspin'Cryin' all alone while I'm with the homies laughin'HahahahahahahahaJust keep your mouth shutBreath smell like old garbage Actin' like you toughGettin' all hot and botheredYou like a little pup, lost without a collarYou got no homeI'm a leader; you a follower[D-LOC]I do, I do what I really wanna doI bust it so much its you all know whoWho gonna wanna test the master DI'm gonna get you all to stop and seeIt's him right there with the Kottonmouth KingsPants sag, brown hair, no care no singcause what we start we will finishIn the end it will diminish[Chorus]So many years in this game and we still strongSo many haters that we had to prove dead wrongYou talking shit you little ***** you wanna bring it, bring it onYou play with BB guns we drop atomic bombsSave your breath you cowardsYou ain't got nothin to sayWorkin' nine to fiversHate us 'cuz we live this way
