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Bring It On
(专辑: Fire It Up - 2004)
Bring It, Bring It, Bring It, Bring It On [DADDY X] Oh no, here we go Kottonmouth Kings about to blow All because the
way we roll That underground way Now 10 years later There's a
lot more player haters But the
love is overwhelming Let me put it this way Ima baller punk pimp; I'm a
rolling stone Bonafide born mack I'm always stoned to the
bone Got an underground palace with a
custom made throne Got my own fucking song on my cellular phone So just leave a
message 'cuz I'm never home [Chorus] So many years in this game and we still strong So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong You talking shit you little bitch you wanna bring it, bring it on You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs Save your breath you cowards You ain't got nothin to say Working nine to fivers Hate us 'cuz we live this way [D-LOC] Sick of all these fools talking shit Eat a
dick, you need to grow up like a
man, bitch You actin like a
chick Try to punk kottonmouth you'll get burnt like a
wick Give a
fuck about your fame I
got under ground hits Say we're not original No budget for the
videos Don't push it to the
radio You got hyped up on them demo's What you want from us (yeah) you need to just let us know Still lick nuts cause the
Industy's a
bunch of punks! [RICHTER] You used to be a
fan So why you fronting, B
I
just don't understand Yo what you want from me? Why you speakin, using my name with profanity? It's gonna end up in one family's tragedy Alcohol gets in you Now your crazy hard Only place you wanna face me's at the
local bar You karaoke kid. Shit. I
keep thousands jumping Only thing you get from me. nah. fuck it. you get nothing [Chorus] So many years in this game and we still strong So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong You talking shit you little bitch you wanna bring it, bring it on You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs Save your breath you cowards You ain't got nothin to say Working nine to fivers Hate us 'cuz we live this way [DADDY X] Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty Review Mr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical view Mr. Website ryda out in Kalamazoo You're speaking words untrue So we say "Fuck You!" [RICHTER] On the
phone barking like your some big assasin When you gonna walk the
walk That's what I'm asking Blow so much smoke that for air I
leave you gasping Crying all alone while I'm with the
homies laughing Hahahahahahahaha Just keep your mouth shut Breath smell like old garbage Acting like you tough Getting all hot and bothered You like a
little pup, lost without a
collar You got no home I'm a
leader; you a
follower [D-LOC] I
do, I
do what I
really wanna do I
bust it so much its you all know who Who gonna wanna test the
master D
I'm gonna get you all to stop and see It's him right there with the
Kottonmouth Kings Pants sag, brown hair, no care no sing cause what we start we will finish In the
end it will diminish [Chorus] So many years in this game and we still strong So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong You talking shit you little bitch you wanna bring it, bring it on You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs Save your breath you cowards You ain't got nothin to say Working nine to fivers Hate us 'cuz we live this way
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