Bring It On

Bring It On - Kottonmouth Kings

Written by：Dean Miller/Nikki Williams/Liz Rose

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 10 years later

There's a lot more player haters

But the love is overwhelming

Let me put it this way

I ma baler 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 f**kin' song on my cellular phone

So just leave a message 'cuz 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 sh*t you little b**ch 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 nothing to say

Workin' nine to fivers

Hate us 'cuz we live this way

Sick of all these fools talking sh*t

Eat a dick you need to grow up like a man b**ch

You acting like a chick

Try to punk kottonmouth you'll get burnt like a wick

Give a f**k about your fame

I got under ground hits

Say we're not original

No budget for the videos

Don't push it to the radio

You got hyped up on them demo's

What you want from us yeah you need to just let us know

Still lick nuts

Cause the industry'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 speaking using my name with profanity

It's gonna end up in one family's tragedy

Alcohol gets in you

Now your crazy hard

Only place you wanna face me's at the local bar

You karaoke kid sh*t I keep thousands jumpin'

Only thing you get from me nah f**k 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 sh*t you little b**ch 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 nothing to say

Workin' nine to fivers

Hate us 'cuz we live this way

Mr writer Mr critic Mr shitty review

Mr big shot insider with your cynical view

Mr website ryda out in Kalamazoo

You're speakin' words untrue

So we say f**k you

On the phone barkin' like your 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'

Hahahahahahahaha

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 its 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 sh*t you little b**ch 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 nothing to say

Workin' nine to fivers

Hate us 'cuz we live this way