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