Jay-Z - Bring It On Lyrics
[sauce money]Aiyyo jay word up; these mother*****ers*****in talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crackShit I aint frontin all I want my pockets green like slum changeYaknahmsayin? front the roll we roll back like rubbers mother*****erFor real; with no trace of aidsWe keep our pockets fully blown, roc-a-fella click niggaAiyyo we pattin down ***** from sugarhill to the shark bar***** a ***** d in the marked carWe got the bad *****es gaspin for air in aspenSearchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swingYou cling we do our thing and bringSling your ding-a-ling from bed-stuy brooklyn to beijingEast coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarinLike nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huhAl pacino down to nino brownMe jay and primo, got it sewed across the board like poquinoTeflon, make sure your jammy is fullCause I heard, sammy the bull lamps in miami with pullTropical leaves where I got a few keysWith my man Ill stock a few gs, now its unstoppable cheeseSaid we was garbage, so ***** collegeStreet knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollarsStar studded *****es with cristals, get *****ed with pistolsJust to see my shit, discharge pussI drop the stellar, even acapellaI got to tell all about roc-a-fellaChorus: fat joeYeah, bring it on if you think you can hangAnd if not then let me do my thang(repeat 4x)[jay-z]Mannerisms of a young bobby deniro, spent spanish wisdomsIn a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoahI cream, I diamond gleamHigh post like akiem, got a lot of things to dropBrooklyn to queens, I gotta keep my steamNiggaz wanna try to hem my long jeansUptown fiend for jay-z to appear on the sceneIn the meanwhile, heres somethin dope for yall to leanLiason for days on inMoney make the world go around so I made songs to spinCan I live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flowLike the mississippi riv, lookin jigCant do for dolo, had to turn away when tony killed manoloThats real, mixed feelings like a mulattoThug thought he was o.g. bobby johnsonI played him like benny blanco, mano a manoYou aint ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my gunsHorizontal, get your weight up, I amTwo point two pounds youre barely a hundred and twenty-five gramsWouldnt expect yall to understand this moneyDo the knowledge, do the few dollars, Im due to demolishCrews brooklyn through hollis to a hood near you, what the *****...(bring it on if you think you can hang... --> fat joe)[big jaz]Money is powerIm into cheddick with facial creditPure platinum ***** for cheddarsSpread letters you move youre deadishI make moves that remove pebbles out of shoesYou suck pistol like pipe with the cristalJohn stockton couldnt assist youCowboys or benzes like we foulin in the u.n.So what the ***** you doin?Whatever nigga fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polishedSpankin dollars with the commasBangin *****es out the bahamasOn hides of llama we cry nada, fly fratherFry hotter, you die gotta***** with me witness mananaAbsence of malice in my palaceCall cousin now dallas trigger finger with the callousTip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balanceYour frequent stops to o.t.b. you feedin meSteam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleamsJewels for pop duke fulfill your dreamsNever put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green creamChorusYeah, bring it on... bring it on... --> fat joe(repeat 5x)
