Bigg Rocc - Bringin It lyrics

[Intro: MC Ren] Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds Of MC motherf**in' Ren and motherf**in' Bigg Rocc [Verse 1: MC Ren] I be peepin' you n***as tellin' your b**h not to smile at the villain She wants this dick, I must to quit Tell you motherf**ers like Johnny Cochran you ain't sh** You'se a studio and still don't fit I been lookin' at n***as cheesin' and grinnin' On MTV, BET, no more cheese So I call my n***a Rocc and get the sh** done f** the police, we blase in the sun Make your b**h come, these hoes they all dumb Wake up the next morning they'll blame it on the run But Villain gone bring Some ghetto a** sh**, don't need the n***a 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**in' dick sway the f** out [Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2) I hear n***as talkin' sh** like bringin' Well I'mma bring it, if you n***as gon' sing it tonight We gon' party, get high all night Get drunk, f** hoes all through the night, ha [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] I hear n***as talkin' sh** like bringin' Well I'mma bring it if you n***as gon' sing it Then I'mma 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***as we stay grinded We hardheads, feds, most wanted k**ers They came with a bare, tryin' to figure out n***as The blocks with guns, the guns with tote The bomb a** b**hes, the chronic and coke It's a bunch of rich ghetto negros Check out the gators on my motherf**in' toes Keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party Don't invite the n***as you hated, they'll overrated Ugh, I'mma keep a f**in' bullet for the wasters Now we keep it cheap for my motherf**in' gangsters [Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2) [Verse 3: Bigg Rocc] It's a chosen world n***a don't get mad Cause your b**h wanna hop her a**, 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**y, puttin' on the show like a cla**ic ho On the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse So I can beat that fat p**y down [Verse 4: MC Ren] Yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this sh** Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins Would you think about that, you b**h When your baby mamma s**in' my dick I'm too sick with it Compton finest, b**hes behind us, what the f** you're sayin' We have your mamma frayin' So bring it on, f** the microphone Just give me like two zones My black a** is gone, n***a [Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)