Timbaland - Bringin' It Lyrics

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What? yo yo yo yo yo yo

It ain't over baby it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat

Wah-kump dat dat dat dat

Wah-kump wah-kump dat dat dat datdat dat

Wah-kump come on

One question who be the thug that y'all 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 motherfuckin 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 mcs 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

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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'all 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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