Kottonmouth Kings - Bring It On Lyrics

Complimentary "Bring It On" Ringtone

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 
Yet the love is overwhelming 
Let me put it this way 

Ima ballin' 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 'cuz 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 wanna bring it, bring it on 
You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs 
Save your breath you cowards 
You aint got nothin to say 
Workin' nine to fivers 
Hate us 'cuz 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 through the radio 
You got hyped up on them demo's 
What you want from us (yeah) you need to just let us know 
Still...us...Industy's a bunch of punks! 

(RICHTER) 
You used to be a fan 
So why you frontin', B 
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 wanna 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 wanna bring it, bring it on 
You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs 
Save your breath you cowards 
You aint got nothin to say 
Workin' nine to fivers 
Hate us 'cuz we live this way 

(DADDY X) 
Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty Review 
Mr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical view 
Mr. Website writer out in Kalamazoo 
You're speakin' words untrue 
So we say "Fuck You!" 

(RICHTER) 
On the phone barkin' like your some big assasin 
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 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 

(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 wanna bring it, bring it on 
You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs 
Save your breath you cowards 
You aint got nothin to say 
Workin' nine to fivers 
Hate us 'cuz we live this way 

Complimentary "Bring It On" Ringtone

lyrics submitted by 4our
lyrics corrected by jay