Bring it On

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 '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 ain't 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 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', 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 ain't 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 ryda 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 ain't got nothin to say Workin' nine to fivers Hate us 'cuz we live this way