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- Timbaland Bringin' It 歌词
- Timbaland
- 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 muthaf**kin 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 f**k yo mic and catch you
Later on some snipe shit
Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy I'm stomping corners
Where them drugs flip
Ali baba snaking lakin trusting 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 f**king 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 f**k 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 carrying 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 saying 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 motherf**kers
That my clique roll deep
Ak's and street sweeps gunning 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 aiming 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 rooting 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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