Bringin It

[Intro: MC Ren] Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds Of MC motherfuckin' Ren and motherfuckin' Bigg Rocc [Verse 1: MC Ren] I be peepin' you niggas tellin' your bitch not to smile at the villain She wants this dick, I must to quit Tell you motherfuckers like Johnny Cochran you ain't shit You'se a studio and still don't fit I been lookin' at niggas cheesin' and grinnin' On MTV, BET, no more cheese So I call my nigga Rocc and get the shit done Fuck the police, we blase in the sun Make your bitch come, these hoes they all dumb Wake up the next morning they'll blame it on the run But Villain gone bring Some ghetto ass shit, don't need the nigga to sing Have your own mamma gyratin' on my ding-a-ling You know how I do it, she swallowed it Rip right through it, so next time you open your mouth Make sure my motherfuckin' dick sway the fuck out [Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2) I hear niggas talkin' shit like bringin' Well I'mma bring it, if you niggas gon' sing it tonight We gon' party, get high all night Get drunk, fuck hoes all through the night, ha [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] I hear niggas talkin' shit like bringin' Well I'mma bring it if you niggas gon' sing it Then I'mma close your curtains, this is my show Up rises the .44, blast at your door Criminal minded, you have been blinded West Coast, Compton, niggas we stay grinded We hardheads, feds, most wanted killers They came with a bare, tryin' to figure out niggas The blocks with guns, the guns with tote The bomb ass bitches, the chronic and coke It's a bunch of rich ghetto negros Check out the gators on my motherfuckin' toes Keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party Don't invite the niggas you hated, they'll overrated Ugh, I'mma keep a fuckin' bullet for the wasters Now we keep it cheap for my motherfuckin' gangsters [Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2) [Verse 3: Bigg Rocc] It's a chosen world nigga don't get mad Cause your bitch wanna hop her ass, in my the back of my 'llac And take her ride down memory lane, of that chronic and hypnotic Body lookin' so exotic I gotta watch it before I hit it Sure up on all that pussy, puttin' on the show like a classic ho On the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse So I can beat that fat pussy down [Verse 4: MC Ren] Yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this shit Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins Would you think about that, you bitch When your baby mamma suckin' my dick I'm too sick with it Compton finest, bitches behind us, what the fuck you're sayin' We have your mamma frayin' So bring it on, fuck the microphone Just give me like two zones My black ass is gone, nigga [Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)