Текст песни Bringin' It - Timbaland feat. Troy Mitchell
What
Yo
yo
yo
yo
yo
yo
Ha
ha
It
ain't
over
baby
It
don't
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
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
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
'cause
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
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
'Cause
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
can'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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