Bring It On
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โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
๐ ID: 13409088
๐ Lyrics
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it on
Oh no, here we go
Kottonmouth Kings about to blow
All because the way we roll
That underground way
Now ten years later
There's a lot more player haters
Yet the love is overwhelming
Let me put it this way
I'ma ballin' punk pimp, I'm a rollin' stone
Bonafide born mack, I'm always stoned to the bone
Got an underground palace with a custom made throne
Got my own fuckin' song on my cellular phone
So just leave a message 'cause I'm never home
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
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cause we live this way
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 underground hits
Say we're not original
No budget for the videos
Don't push it through the radio
You got hyped up on them demo's
What you want from us (yeah), you need to just let us know
Still us, Industy's a bunch of punks!
You used to be a fan
So why you frontin', 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 you're crazy hard
Only place you wanna face me's at the local bar
You karaoke kid, shit, I keep thousands jumpin'
Only thing you get from me, nah, fuck it, you get nothin'
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
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cause we live this way
Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty Review
Mr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical view
Mr. Website writer out in Kalamazoo
You're speakin' words untrue
So we say "Fuck You!"
On the phone barkin' like you some big assassin
When you gonna walk the walk
That's what I'm askin'
Blow so much smoke that for air
I leave you gaspin'
Cryin' all alone while I'm with the homies laughin'
Just keep your mouth shut
Breath smell like old garbage
Actin' like you tough
Gettin' all hot and bothered
You like a little pup, lost without a collar
You got no home
I'm a leader, you a follower
I do, I do what I really wanna do
I bust it so much it's 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
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
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cause we live this way
Oh no, here we go
Kottonmouth Kings about to blow
All because the way we roll
That underground way
Now ten years later
There's a lot more player haters
Yet the love is overwhelming
Let me put it this way
I'ma ballin' punk pimp, I'm a rollin' stone
Bonafide born mack, I'm always stoned to the bone
Got an underground palace with a custom made throne
Got my own fuckin' song on my cellular phone
So just leave a message 'cause I'm never home
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
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cause we live this way
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 underground hits
Say we're not original
No budget for the videos
Don't push it through the radio
You got hyped up on them demo's
What you want from us (yeah), you need to just let us know
Still us, Industy's a bunch of punks!
You used to be a fan
So why you frontin', 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 you're crazy hard
Only place you wanna face me's at the local bar
You karaoke kid, shit, I keep thousands jumpin'
Only thing you get from me, nah, fuck it, you get nothin'
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
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cause we live this way
Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty Review
Mr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical view
Mr. Website writer out in Kalamazoo
You're speakin' words untrue
So we say "Fuck You!"
On the phone barkin' like you some big assassin
When you gonna walk the walk
That's what I'm askin'
Blow so much smoke that for air
I leave you gaspin'
Cryin' all alone while I'm with the homies laughin'
Just keep your mouth shut
Breath smell like old garbage
Actin' like you tough
Gettin' all hot and bothered
You like a little pup, lost without a collar
You got no home
I'm a leader, you a follower
I do, I do what I really wanna do
I bust it so much it's 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
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
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cause we live this way
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.26] Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it on
[00:05.75] Oh no, here we go
[00:07.16] Kottonmouth Kings about to blow
[00:08.42] All because the way we roll
[00:09.85] That underground way
[00:11.33] Now ten years later
[00:12.52] There's a lot more player haters
[00:13.84] Yet the love is overwhelming
[00:15.30] Let me put it this way
[00:16.80] I'ma ballin' punk pimp, I'm a rollin' stone
[00:19.51] Bonafide born mack, I'm always stoned to the bone
[00:22.52] Got an underground palace with a custom made throne
[00:25.33] Got my own fuckin' song on my cellular phone
[00:28.19] So just leave a message 'cause I'm never home
[00:31.58] So many years in this game and we still strong
[00:34.27] So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
[00:37.45] You talking shit you little bitch, you wanna bring it, bring it on
[00:40.60] You play with BB guns, we drop atomic bombs
[00:42.83] Save your breath, you cowards
[00:45.64] You ain't got nothin' to say
[00:48.56] Workin' nine to fivers
[00:51.59] Hate us 'cause we live this way
[00:57.18] Sick of all these fools talking shit
[00:59.00] Eat a dick, you need to grow up like a man, bitch
[01:01.49] You actin' like a chick
[01:02.66] Try to punk kottonmouth, you'll get burnt like a wick
[01:05.34] Give a fuck about your fame
[01:06.99] I got underground hits
[01:08.59] Say we're not original
[01:09.83] No budget for the videos
[01:11.20] Don't push it through the radio
[01:12.56] You got hyped up on them demo's
[01:14.19] What you want from us (yeah), you need to just let us know
[01:17.07] Still us, Industy's a bunch of punks!
[01:20.39] You used to be a fan
[01:21.64] So why you frontin', B
[01:23.20] I just don't understand
[01:24.51] Yo what you want from me?
[01:26.09] Why you speakin', using my name with profanity?
[01:28.91] It's gonna end up in one family's tragedy
[01:31.82] Alcohol gets in you
[01:33.20] Now you're crazy hard
[01:34.73] Only place you wanna face me's at the local bar
[01:37.25] You karaoke kid, shit, I keep thousands jumpin'
[01:40.40] Only thing you get from me, nah, fuck it, you get nothin'
[01:45.82] So many years in this game and we still strong
[01:48.82] So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
[01:51.55] You talking shit you little bitch, you wanna bring it, bring it on
[01:54.82] You play with BB guns, we drop atomic bombs
[01:57.16] Save your breath, you cowards
[02:00.00] You ain't got nothin' to say
[02:03.09] Workin' nine to fivers
[02:05.65] Hate us 'cause we live this way
[02:08.38] Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty Review
[02:11.09] Mr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical view
[02:13.95] Mr. Website writer out in Kalamazoo
[02:16.64] You're speakin' words untrue
[02:18.04] So we say "Fuck You!"
[02:20.14] On the phone barkin' like you some big assassin
[02:22.84] When you gonna walk the walk
[02:24.68] That's what I'm askin'
[02:25.75] Blow so much smoke that for air
[02:27.31] I leave you gaspin'
[02:28.68] Cryin' all alone while I'm with the homies laughin'
[02:34.52] Just keep your mouth shut
[02:35.92] Breath smell like old garbage
[02:37.54] Actin' like you tough
[02:38.86] Gettin' all hot and bothered
[02:40.17] You like a little pup, lost without a collar
[02:43.09] You got no home
[02:44.18] I'm a leader, you a follower
[02:45.52] I do, I do what I really wanna do
[02:47.12] I bust it so much it's you all know who
[02:48.68] Who gonna wanna test the master D
[02:49.88] I'm gonna get you all to stop and see
[02:51.40] It's him right there with the Kottonmouth Kings
[02:52.70] Pants sag, brown hair, no care, no sing
[02:54.16] 'Cause what we start, we will finish
[02:55.73] In the end it will diminish
[03:00.06] So many years in this game and we still strong
[03:02.92] So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
[03:05.95] You talking shit you little bitch, you wanna bring it, bring it on
[03:09.15] You play with BB guns, we drop atomic bombs
[03:11.58] Save your breath, you cowards
[03:14.37] You ain't got nothin' to say
[03:17.36] Workin' nine to fivers
[03:20.07] Hate us 'cause we live this way
[03:36.06]
[00:05.75] Oh no, here we go
[00:07.16] Kottonmouth Kings about to blow
[00:08.42] All because the way we roll
[00:09.85] That underground way
[00:11.33] Now ten years later
[00:12.52] There's a lot more player haters
[00:13.84] Yet the love is overwhelming
[00:15.30] Let me put it this way
[00:16.80] I'ma ballin' punk pimp, I'm a rollin' stone
[00:19.51] Bonafide born mack, I'm always stoned to the bone
[00:22.52] Got an underground palace with a custom made throne
[00:25.33] Got my own fuckin' song on my cellular phone
[00:28.19] So just leave a message 'cause I'm never home
[00:31.58] So many years in this game and we still strong
[00:34.27] So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
[00:37.45] You talking shit you little bitch, you wanna bring it, bring it on
[00:40.60] You play with BB guns, we drop atomic bombs
[00:42.83] Save your breath, you cowards
[00:45.64] You ain't got nothin' to say
[00:48.56] Workin' nine to fivers
[00:51.59] Hate us 'cause we live this way
[00:57.18] Sick of all these fools talking shit
[00:59.00] Eat a dick, you need to grow up like a man, bitch
[01:01.49] You actin' like a chick
[01:02.66] Try to punk kottonmouth, you'll get burnt like a wick
[01:05.34] Give a fuck about your fame
[01:06.99] I got underground hits
[01:08.59] Say we're not original
[01:09.83] No budget for the videos
[01:11.20] Don't push it through the radio
[01:12.56] You got hyped up on them demo's
[01:14.19] What you want from us (yeah), you need to just let us know
[01:17.07] Still us, Industy's a bunch of punks!
[01:20.39] You used to be a fan
[01:21.64] So why you frontin', B
[01:23.20] I just don't understand
[01:24.51] Yo what you want from me?
[01:26.09] Why you speakin', using my name with profanity?
[01:28.91] It's gonna end up in one family's tragedy
[01:31.82] Alcohol gets in you
[01:33.20] Now you're crazy hard
[01:34.73] Only place you wanna face me's at the local bar
[01:37.25] You karaoke kid, shit, I keep thousands jumpin'
[01:40.40] Only thing you get from me, nah, fuck it, you get nothin'
[01:45.82] So many years in this game and we still strong
[01:48.82] So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
[01:51.55] You talking shit you little bitch, you wanna bring it, bring it on
[01:54.82] You play with BB guns, we drop atomic bombs
[01:57.16] Save your breath, you cowards
[02:00.00] You ain't got nothin' to say
[02:03.09] Workin' nine to fivers
[02:05.65] Hate us 'cause we live this way
[02:08.38] Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty Review
[02:11.09] Mr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical view
[02:13.95] Mr. Website writer out in Kalamazoo
[02:16.64] You're speakin' words untrue
[02:18.04] So we say "Fuck You!"
[02:20.14] On the phone barkin' like you some big assassin
[02:22.84] When you gonna walk the walk
[02:24.68] That's what I'm askin'
[02:25.75] Blow so much smoke that for air
[02:27.31] I leave you gaspin'
[02:28.68] Cryin' all alone while I'm with the homies laughin'
[02:34.52] Just keep your mouth shut
[02:35.92] Breath smell like old garbage
[02:37.54] Actin' like you tough
[02:38.86] Gettin' all hot and bothered
[02:40.17] You like a little pup, lost without a collar
[02:43.09] You got no home
[02:44.18] I'm a leader, you a follower
[02:45.52] I do, I do what I really wanna do
[02:47.12] I bust it so much it's you all know who
[02:48.68] Who gonna wanna test the master D
[02:49.88] I'm gonna get you all to stop and see
[02:51.40] It's him right there with the Kottonmouth Kings
[02:52.70] Pants sag, brown hair, no care, no sing
[02:54.16] 'Cause what we start, we will finish
[02:55.73] In the end it will diminish
[03:00.06] So many years in this game and we still strong
[03:02.92] So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
[03:05.95] You talking shit you little bitch, you wanna bring it, bring it on
[03:09.15] You play with BB guns, we drop atomic bombs
[03:11.58] Save your breath, you cowards
[03:14.37] You ain't got nothin' to say
[03:17.36] Workin' nine to fivers
[03:20.07] Hate us 'cause we live this way
[03:36.06]