Timbaland & Magoo

Timbaland & Magoo - Bringin' It lyrics


Yo yo yo yo yo yo

Ha ha

It ain't over baby

It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat


Dat datdat dat

Wah-kump, wah-kump

Dat dat dat datdat dat


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

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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