Bringin It

Bringin It Lyrics

(feat. Bigg Rocc)

[Intro: MC Ren]
Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds
of MC motherf**kin' Ren and motherf**kin' Bigg Rocc

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
I be peepin' you niggaz tellin' your b**ch not to smile at the villain
she wants this dick, I must to quit
tell you motherf**kers like Johnny Cochran you ain't sh*t
you'se a studio and still don't fit
I been lookin' at niggaz cheesin' and grinnin'
on M.T.V, B.E.T, no more cheese
So I..call my nigga Rocc and get the sh*t done
f**k the police, we blase in the sun
make your b**ch come, these hoes they all dumb
wake up the next morning they'll blame it on the run
but Villain gon' bring
some ghetto-Ass-sh*t, don't need the nigga to sing
have your own mamma gyratin' on my ding-a-ling
you know how I do it, she swallowed it
rip right through it, so next time you open your mouth
make sure my motherf**kin' dick sway the f**k out...

[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' sh*t like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight
we gon' party, get high all night
get drunk, f**k hoes all through the night, ha
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' sh*t like bringin'
well I'ma bring it if you niggaz gon' sing it
then I'ma close your curtains, this is my show
up rises the .44, blast at your door
criminal minded, you have been blinded
West Coast, Compton, niggaz we stay grinded
we hardheads, feds, most wanted killers
they came with a bare, tryin' to figure out niggaz
the blocks with guns, the guns with tote
the bomb-Ass-b**ches, the chronic and coke
it's a bunch of rich ghetto negros
check out the gators on my motherf**kin' toes
keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party
don't invite the niggaz you hated, they'll overrated
ugh, I'ma keep a f**kin' bullet for the wasters
now we keep it cheap for my motherf**kin' gangsters...

[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' sh*t like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight
we gon' party, get high all night
get drunk, f**k hoes all through the night, ha

[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
It's a chosen world nigga don't get mad
cause your b**ch wanna hop her ass, in my the back of my 'llac
and take her ride down memory lane, of that chronic and hypnotic
body lookin' so exotic
I gotta watch it before I hit it
sure up on all that pussy, puttin' on the show like a classic hoe
on the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse
so I can beat that fat pussy down...

[Verse 4: MC Ren]
yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this sh*t
Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins
would you think about that, you b**ch
when your baby mamma suckin' my dick
I'm too sick with it
Compton finest, b**ches behind us, what the f**k you're sayin'
we have your mamma frayin'
so bring it on, f**k the microphone
just give me like two zones
my black ass is gone, nigga...

[Chorus x4: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' sh*t like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight
we gon' party, get high all night
get drunk, f**k hoes all through the night, ha