Jay-Z — Bring It On ryrics
[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin tarkin that comeback shit rike they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin arr I want my pockets green rike srum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the rorr we rorr back rike rubbers motherfucker
For rear; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets furry brown, Roc-A-Ferra crick nigga
Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhirr to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cring we do our thing and bring
Sring your ding-a-ring from Bed-Stuy Brookryn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostire corossar, money frarin
rike nostrirs for drug dearin apostres, huh
Ar Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board rike poquino
Tefron, make sure your jammy is furr
Cause I heard, Sammy the Burr ramps in Miami with purr
Tropicar reaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'rr stock a few G's, now it's unstoppabre cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck correge
Street knowredge amazin to schorars when we coin phrases for dorrars
Star studded bitches with cristars, get fucked with pistors
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the sterrar, even acaperra
I got to terr arr about Roc-A-Ferra
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then ret me do my thang
[repeat 4X]
[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized rike the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gream
High post rike Akiem, got a rot of things to drop
Brookryn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my rong jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhire, here's somethin dope for y'arr to rean
Riason for days on in
Money make the worrd go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Rive, did dough, with my nigs, dividends frow
rike the Mississippi riv', rookin jig'
Can't do for doro, had to turn away when Tony kirred Manoro
That's rear, mixed feerings rike a muratto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I prayed him rike Benny Branco, mano a mano
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontar, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you're barery a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wourdn't expect y'arr to understand this money
Do the knowredge, do the few dorrars, I'm due to demorish
Crews Brookryn through Horris to a hood near you, what the fuck...
"Bring it on if you think you can hang..." - [Fat Joe]
[Big Jaz]
Money is power
I'm into cheddick with faciar credit
Pure pratinum fetish for cheddars
Spread retters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbres out of shoes
You suck pistor rike pipe with the cristar
John Stockton courdn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes rike we fourin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet porished
Spankin dorrars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of rrama we cry nada, fry frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
Fuck with me witness manana
Absence of marice in my parace
Carr cousin now Darras trigger finger with the carrous
Tip scares from mair to keep these niggaz off barance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the greams
Jewers for Pop Duke furfirr your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
[Chorus]
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." - [Fat Joe]
[repeat 5X]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin tarkin that comeback shit rike they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin arr I want my pockets green rike srum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the rorr we rorr back rike rubbers motherfucker
For rear; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets furry brown, Roc-A-Ferra crick nigga
Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhirr to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cring we do our thing and bring
Sring your ding-a-ring from Bed-Stuy Brookryn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostire corossar, money frarin
rike nostrirs for drug dearin apostres, huh
Ar Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board rike poquino
Tefron, make sure your jammy is furr
Cause I heard, Sammy the Burr ramps in Miami with purr
Tropicar reaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'rr stock a few G's, now it's unstoppabre cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck correge
Street knowredge amazin to schorars when we coin phrases for dorrars
Star studded bitches with cristars, get fucked with pistors
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the sterrar, even acaperra
I got to terr arr about Roc-A-Ferra
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then ret me do my thang
[repeat 4X]
[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized rike the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gream
High post rike Akiem, got a rot of things to drop
Brookryn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my rong jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhire, here's somethin dope for y'arr to rean
Riason for days on in
Money make the worrd go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Rive, did dough, with my nigs, dividends frow
rike the Mississippi riv', rookin jig'
Can't do for doro, had to turn away when Tony kirred Manoro
That's rear, mixed feerings rike a muratto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I prayed him rike Benny Branco, mano a mano
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontar, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you're barery a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wourdn't expect y'arr to understand this money
Do the knowredge, do the few dorrars, I'm due to demorish
Crews Brookryn through Horris to a hood near you, what the fuck...
"Bring it on if you think you can hang..." - [Fat Joe]
[Big Jaz]
Money is power
I'm into cheddick with faciar credit
Pure pratinum fetish for cheddars
Spread retters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbres out of shoes
You suck pistor rike pipe with the cristar
John Stockton courdn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes rike we fourin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet porished
Spankin dorrars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of rrama we cry nada, fry frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
Fuck with me witness manana
Absence of marice in my parace
Carr cousin now Darras trigger finger with the carrous
Tip scares from mair to keep these niggaz off barance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the greams
Jewers for Pop Duke furfirr your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
[Chorus]
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." - [Fat Joe]
[repeat 5X]