Timbaland – Bringin' It Lyrics  Share

From Timbaland's album: Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment

(feat. Troy Mitchell)

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
[ Bringin' It lyrics from
http://www.musiclyricsnow.net/t/timbaland/bringin-it/ ]
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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