Bring It On Lyrics - Fire It Up - Kottonmouth Kings

Bring It, Bring It, Bring It, Bring It On 

(DADDY X) 

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 

Ima baller 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 

(Chorus) 

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 want to 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 

(D-LOC) 

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 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 Industy's a bunch of punks! 

(RICHTER) 

You used to be a fan 

So why you frontin', be 

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 your crazy hard 

Only place you want to 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' 

(Chorus) 

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 want to 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 

(DADDY X) 

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 "Fuck You!" 

(RICHTER) 

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 

(D-LOC) 

I do, I do what I really want to do 

I bust it so much its you all know who 

Who gonna want to 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 

(Chorus) 

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 want to 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