mc ren - bringin it lyrics
[intro: mc ren]
right about now, you’re witnessin’ the sounds
of mc motherf-ckin’ ren and motherf-ckin’ bigg rocc
[verse 1: mc ren]
i be peepin’ you n-gg-z tellin’ your b-tch not to smile at the villain
she wants this d-ck, i must to quit
tell you motherf-ckers like johnny cochran you ain’t sh-t
you’se a studio and still don’t fit
i been lookin’ at n-gg-z cheesin’ and grinnin’
on m.t.v, b.e.t, no more cheese
so i..call my n-gg- rocc and get the sh-t done
f-ck the police, we blase in the sun
make your b-tch come, these hoes they all dumb
wake up the next morning they’ll blame it on the run
but villain gon’ bring
some ghetto–ss-sh-t, don’t need the n-gg- 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-ckin’ d-ck sway the f-ck out…
[chorus x2: bigg rocc]
i hear n-gg-z talkin’ sh-t like bringin’
well i’ma bring it, if you n-gg-z gon’ sing it tonight
we gon’ party, get high all night
get drunk, f-ck hoes all through the night, ha
[verse 2: bigg rocc]
i hear n-gg-z talkin’ sh-t like bringin’
well i’ma bring it if you n-gg-z 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, n-gg-z we stay grinded
we hardheads, feds, most wanted killers
they came with a bare, tryin’ to figure out n-gg-z
the blocks with guns, the guns with tote
the bomb–ss-b-tches, the chronic and c-ke
it’s a bunch of rich ghetto negros
check out the gators on my motherf-ckin’ toes
keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party
don’t invite the n-gg-z you hated, they’ll overrated
ugh, i’ma keep a f-ckin’ bullet for the wasters
now we keep it cheap for my motherf-ckin’ gangsters…
[chorus x2: bigg rocc]
i hear n-gg-z talkin’ sh-t like bringin’
well i’ma bring it, if you n-gg-z gon’ sing it tonight
we gon’ party, get high all night
get drunk, f-ck hoes all through the night, ha
[verse 3: bigg rocc]
it’s a chosen world n-gg- don’t get mad
cause your b-tch wanna hop her -ss, 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 p-ssy, puttin’ on the show like a cl-ssic hoe
on the ’91 headed west bound to the penthouse
so i can beat that fat p-ssy 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-tch
when your baby mamma suckin’ my d-ck
i’m too sick with it
compton finest, b-tches behind us, what the f-ck you’re sayin’
we have your mamma frayin’
so bring it on, f-ck the microphone
just give me like two zones
my black -ss is gone, n-gg-…
[chorus x4: bigg rocc]
i hear n-gg-z talkin’ sh-t like bringin’
well i’ma bring it, if you n-gg-z gon’ sing it tonight
we gon’ party, get high all night
get drunk, f-ck hoes all through the night, ha
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