Bringin' It - Timbaland Lyrics - Timbaland

What? Yo yo yo yo yo yo 

It ain't over baby it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat 

Wah-kump dat dat dat 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 motherfuckin head crushed 

These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed 

I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze because you know you fronted 

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Too many MCs not clearly on this hype tip 

I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit 

Extended clips I represent because my thugs trip 

Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs flip 

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' 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 

'Cuz I ain't fuckin' 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 

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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 fuck 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 carryin' the bust 

The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough 

I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap 

'Cuz 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, 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'all in Chesapeake know about this 

Bring it boy 

See I told y'all motherfuckers 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 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 aimin' 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 rootin' 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