Bring It On (feat. Suga Free & KoKane)

In these times of hate and pain

We need a remedy, to help us through the rain

Can't you see, I'm straight OG (OG)

Fuck you ****, think you can fuck with me, oh, come on

Make a pimp wanna jump back

Bitch, and fuck that

Shit, I'm qualified to knock a ho, no matter wherever I go

Excuse me partner, this the pimpin', let a pimpin' let you know

Break the bitch, you say I will

Try break the bitch, but you saying I will

Damn, ****, shit, since you put it like that

I'm about to lace 'em right now, ****

And take 'em straight to the track

I've, I've never let a bitch pimp me

Tryna tell me what to do, but I'ma stay OG

Fresh out the pen, only 32 days (32 days)

And I added and subtracted in a multiplied way

Now switch worlds

Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket?

So she could smell like the big girls

And check the one with the fast mouth

Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfuckin' ass out

I don't care what you do

Long's you don't fuck with mine (Come on, sing it, y'all)

You think you can't be touched

**** disappear all the time

Old Blue Eyes, Dogg Sinatra

Make a **** disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?)

The Glock cocker, hoe hopper, show stopper

Watch your mouth, watch your mouth

I'll put you in a brick in a building

And separate you from your children (Daddy)

I stay G'd up

All the G's from my set ain't never PC'd up

If you hit the main line, you gon' get stomped

Payin' motherfuckers off, you's a sucker duck

Me and my **** go hard in the paint

Puttin' paint where it ain't, makin bitch **** faint

It's a clear blue sky out here on the Eastside (Eastside)

Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side

I'm talking big shit, holdin' my dick

Banging on you cuz, ****, this Crip

I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Oh, y'all ain't knowin')

For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement)

You wanna bang, let's bring it on (Oh, oh)

We's about a thousand **** strong

I don't care what you do (I don't give a fuck what you do)

Long's you don't fuck with mine (As long you don't fuck with mine)

You think you can't be touched

**** disappear all the time

No, I don't love you bitch, you a ho, I never will (Never will)

Can't tell you my feelings, 'cause the pimpin' don't feel

Bitch, matter fact, be gone

Fuck around and have your mama sayin', "Baby, he wrong"

Talkin' 'bout, "Is he a real pimp?"

Bitch, is gumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp?

Stepped out the pen with my ho, got it crackin' with my ho

Steady mackin' with my ho, now I'm stackin' with my ho

I popped a bottle of Mo, I'm 'bout to model a ho

I'm workin' 'em, servin' 'em, and breakin' 'em off (You know)

Did the weed man get here? Takin' too long

But when he get here, dawg, I'm takin' a zone (Give it up, ****)

**** know how to D-O-double G, do's it

Known for making that Crip-hop music

Don't abuse it, just ride to the rhythm

Of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker

I don't care what you do

Long's you don't fuck with mine

You think you can't be touched

**** disappear all the time

I got so many tricks up my sleeve

For you hoes to disbelieve

You wanna bang, let's bring it on (Bring it on, sucka)

We's about a thousand **** strong