Bringin' It Lyrics - Timbaland feat. Troy Mitchell

Troy Mitchell Tim's Bio: From the Motion Picture: Life From da Bassment cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1998-11-24
length: 3:16
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain't over baby
It don't 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 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 mutha****in' 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 **** yo mic and catch you later on some snipe ****
Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' north ****
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 ****in' 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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, *****s leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, "What?"
Always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these *****s that ruck ain't had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or *****-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, ***** 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 ************s 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 **** go
But if it's real, my *****s hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, *****s 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
****'s for real, my ***** P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of *****s what let's straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
Is that enough?
Y'all *****s 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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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 I Get It On
  • 3 To My
  • 4 Here We Come
  • 5 Wit' Yo' Bad Self
  • 6 Lobster & Scrimp
  • 7 What Cha Know About This
  • 8 Can't Nobody
  • 9 What Cha Talkin' Bout
  • 10 Put 'em On
  • 11 Fat Rabbit
  • 12 Who Am I
  • 13 Talking on the Phone
  • 14 Keep It Real
  • 15 John Blaze
  • 16 Birthday
  • 17 3:30 in the Morning
  • 18 Outro
  • 19 Bringin' It