Bring It On

by חמי רודנר

Troubled soul, all alone
I can feel your sadness
The hearache and the madness
Are hittin' hard tonight
You're cornered up and hunkered down
The walls are tall around you
For anyone to break through
It's gonna be a fight
(Chorus)
Bring it on, bring it on
All your heartache and frustration
You've been done wrong too long
And I'm strong enough to change it
Maybe in time, we'll turn water into wine
Maybe love is what we'll find
Bring it on
It's not too late to fly away
And I won't try to stop you
So you do what you've got to
I'll understand
But if you need a place to land
A haven, safe and certain
Someone to share your burden
Then take my hand
(Chorus 2x)
Bring it on, bring it on
All your heartache and frustration
You've been done wrong too long
And I'm strong enough to change it
Maybe in time, we'll turn water into wine
Maybe love is what we'll find
Bring it on
Yeah, bring it on baby
Baby, bring it on
Bring it on
Yeah, bring it on

Bring It On

by Flo Rida Feat. Ke$ha

Troubled soul, all alone
I can feel your sadness
The hearache and the madness
Are hittin' hard tonight
You're cornered up and hunkered down
The walls are tall around you
For anyone to break through
It's gonna be a fight
(Chorus)
Bring it on, bring it on
All your heartache and frustration
You've been done wrong too long
And I'm strong enough to change it
Maybe in time, we'll turn water into wine
Maybe love is what we'll find
Bring it on
It's not too late to fly away
And I won't try to stop you
So you do what you've got to
I'll understand
But if you need a place to land
A haven, safe and certain
Someone to share your burden
Then take my hand
(Chorus 2x)
Bring it on, bring it on
All your heartache and frustration
You've been done wrong too long
And I'm strong enough to change it
Maybe in time, we'll turn water into wine
Maybe love is what we'll find
Bring it on
Yeah, bring it on baby
Baby, bring it on
Bring it on
Yeah, bring it on

Bring It On

[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
Shit I ain’t frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga
Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill 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 cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
with my man I’ll stock a few G’s, now it’s unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
[repeat 4X]
[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here’s somethin dope for y’all to lean
Liason for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
like the Mississippi riv’, lookin jig’
Can’t do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That’s real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
you ain’t ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontal, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you’re barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn’t expect y’all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I’m due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck…
[ Lyrics from http://www.songonlyrics.com/jay-z-bring-it-on-lyrics-feat-big-jaz-sauce-money ]
“Bring it on if you think you can hang…” – [Fat Joe]
[Big Jaz]
Money is power
I’m into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you’re deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal
John Stockton couldn’t assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
Fuck with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill 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]

Bring It On

by Neil Young

This garden that I built for you
That you sit in now and yearn
I will never leave it, dear
I could not bear to return
And find it all untended
With the trees all bended low
This garden is our home, dear
And I got nowhere else to go
So bring it on
Bring it on
Every little tear
Bring it on
Every useless fear
Bring it on
All your shattered dreams
And I'll scatter them into the sea
Into the sea
The geraniums on your window sill
The carnations, dear, and the daffodil
Well, they're ordinary flowers
But they long for the light of your touch
And of your trembling will
Ah, you're trembling still
And I am trembling too
To be perfectly honest I don't know
Quite what else to do
So bring it on
Bring it on
Every neglected dream
Bring it on
Every little scheme
Bring it on
Every little fear
And I'll make them disappear
So bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on
Every little thing
Bring it on
Every tiny fear
Bring it on
Every shattered dream
And I'll scatter them into the sea

Bring It On

by The rolling stones

(Gary Rossington -- Johnny VanZant -- Rickey Medlocke -- Hughie Thomasson)
Uhh Huh That's right
Missy was a real fine looker
Always had an eye for the boys
Man I always wanted to book that girl
Play around with some of her toys
I said, my my, oh can you look at them eyes
I said oh no Lord here we go
Don't you pretend you don't know
Bring it on
Yeah baby
Rumor says she from the bayou
Searchin' for her fortune and fame
Man she's got a way about her
She's drivin' all us poor boys insane
I said, my my, oh can you look at them eyes
I said oh no Lord here we go
Don't you pretend you don't know
Bring it on
Give it to me baby
I've been waiting for it all night long
Bring it on
I know you got it in you to shake my sheets
To your rock n roll beat
Bring it on, you can bring it on
Just about the time I thought I had it made
I felt a slap on my shoulder
I turned around and had to stare up at him
He said little man you best think this over
I said my, my oh take a look in his eyes
I said, oh no, Lord here we go
The band's on a break lets give this bar a show
Bring it on, give it to me mister
We can fight about her all night long
Bring it on, take your best shot
Oh bring it, bring it on
Oh no
We can fight about her all night long
Bring it on

Bring It On

by Nancy Sinatra

If I was inordinately different
Than what you say
I'd lie, I would lie
If you could release me now
You know that I won't hesistate
To lie, I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on, to the light
Pick me up, satellite
If it's wrong, make it right
If I lied and told you that
You're difficult or hard to take
I'd lie, I'd still lie
If you tried to please me now
You know that I won't remonstrate
But lie, I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on, to the light
Pick me up, satellite
If it's wrong, make it right
We like quiet nights on the island
We ride battered stars round our heads
We can reach new heights in this silence
We're dragged slowly towards the end
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on, to the light
Pick me up, satellite
If it's wrong, make it right
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on, to the light
Pick me up, satellite
If it's wrong, make it right
If I was inordinately different

Bring It On

by The Crystal Method

If this thing should come around
I'm gonna take it down
No more treading through my space
I need to separate
It's inside
It's looking to break free
And constantly taking everything
As I bring it all way
Now bring it on to me
Bring it on!
Face down
Broken all around
But I'll still be standing here
All you make yourself out to be,
Doesn’t equal half of me
It's inside
It's looking to break free
And constantly taking everything
As I bring it all way
Now bring it on to me
No!
Bring it on Son
All the way; All the way
Bring it!
All the way.
All the way, All the way
Bring it!
All the way.
All the way, All the way
Bring it!
All the way.
All the way, All the way
Bring it!
All the way.
It's inside
It's looking to break free
And constantly taking everything
As I bring it all way, all day
Now bring it on to me
Bring it on! Yeah!

Bring It On

by Ani DiFranco

Bring it on
You say a lot of things
A lot of things you never do
Who'd want too be like you
And I really don't give a shit about the world
That job's for you
I just sit back and do the things that I want to
What you started ends with me
Get in line because I'm bringing it out
Get up tight because I'm bringing it outs
Step outside and we can bring it on out
Bring it on out bring it on
You do a lot of things
A lot of things you shouldn't do
It may catch up with you
And I really don't give a shit about the world
That cry's for you
I just sit back and do the things that I want to
What you started ends with me
Bring it on
Bring it

Bring It On

by John frusciante

Cover your dome or feel a motherfucking glock
The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots
Biggity bang biggity bang, hit the motherfucking deck
I'm down on this track and I'm abouts to get wreck
I'm coming like a hustler, never coming buster
Blasting on you hoes screaming Die motherfucker
Never showing mercy cause that shit is for the weak
I rhyme with my glock and knock a nigga off his feet
A young nigga, shorts as I figure
Step up with that bullshit, I'm a greet you with this trigger
Blasting on you hoes and let you know how it feels
Bucking with the 5th ward will get your motherfucking dome peeled
Motherfucker bring it on
It's the Seagster, the major leagster
Bitch deceiver, nigga lie and leave her
Oakland hustler, never been a busta
Make way for the nine-trey, I'm coming motherfucka
Straight from the 6-9, the final line village
Doing more damage than the Exxon spillage
Uh, coward, and that's that
I'm known to pack a gat and put heads on flat
No rehabilitatin, take the nigga out the ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto out the nigga
Ain't nothing changed since the 70's
I'm hellbound nigga, my life ain't never been heavenly
Never slippin punk no, a nigga don't lag
Game tight replace a nigga's Nikes with a toe tag
His zoom, his ass, his zigga I'm the founder
Stacking up bodies like Jeffery Dahlmer
Oh, here comes the flow, watch me as I tip toe
To a nigga's window, with my M 6-0
Putting motherfuckers out their misery
And watching the murders reenacted on Unsolved Mysteries
Trick, coward lame pussy ass faggot
Six feet deep is where you sleep with the worms and the maggots
Nigga's can't harm me, Rap-A-Lot army
Coming like Desert Storm, you've been warned
But if you still want some, nigga bring it on
Too Much Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut and the Band-Aid Bandit
Yes the Nickel Nut pimping ten different sluts
You've encountered slavery bitch I don't give a fuck
They better turn some tricks, a suck a lotta dicks
And come with my money or they get their ass kicked
Geto got hoes on the stroll making my bank roll
But when we tangle bitch, I run with foes
Cause all about the pen, ain't talking about the pussy
I'm talking about the paper, so bitch shake your money maker
It's the pimp pimp pimpin, you're simp simp simpin
Your bitch chose me now you're wimp wimp wimpin
Nigga you was wrong when you reached for your chrome
A slug to your dome, bad news done beat you home
You think we was acting about making but you're wrong
We in a pizzimping and its on so bitches bring it on
Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x)
Bring it oooooooooooooon!
Bring it on motherfucker, here I come with this damn thang
Boom boom boom, and I'm about to make freedom ring
5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine tre
I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherfucking day
The 5th Ward Boys on the motherfucking set
Putting a slug off in your chest
Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest
Nigga ratta tat tat to your temple
Shit is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple
Jump if you want, nigga, and I'm a half to hunt ya
Murder after murder after goddamn murder
Yo I'm taking niggas to the promised land
With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn peter man
lets rock stupid fuck is fucking it up with Double O, life is stuck up
For the ten flow, so what you wanna do, ho
Yeah, cause we're checking mo motherfuckers, parking mo motherfuckers
And killing more motherfuckers than any one of you motherfuckers
While your ho sleeping let's get it on
And get your fucking wig split, fool-ass nigga, now bring it on
I can't see your ass bitch, so you'd better watch your bust or
Take that from a blind handicapped motherfucker
Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor
If you wanna step and get done, cause I'm that nigga
Well it's me that nigga D (Who?)
That fat square twister, the one who fucked your sister
I made her pussy blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac
Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back
And my heat up under the seat ready to put the lead on ya
So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you wanna
Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime (Repeat 2x)
A weed-smoking motherfucker, plus I kick doobies
I'm the one that told that nigga to go insane in that Loobies
Gangsta NIP is fucking your daughter, G
I wake up every morning screaming Somebody slaughter me!
Step in my path, your ass is void
Cause I'm an aerodynamic, satanic, schizophrenic android
Your mind ain't deep enough, claws can't keep enough
Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can't sleep enough
Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her
I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger
A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest
A whole body is hard to digest
Once I flex, count the next
The hardest I won like the recreation of Malcolm X
So bring it on, I'm ready to slaughter
Sickness change quick, a 40 of holy water
Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x)
Bring it oooooooooooooon!
DMG bring it on
I've been a victim of society
They got me fucked in this whole shit
Niggas running up with M11's and some mo shit
It seems to me they wanna start something
But I'm a let this motherfucking 9 break em off something
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that
Miggity Mike serving em soft from these niggas gats
I guess it's like guerilla warfare
Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for deaf until you make it there
And if you don't then grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two, you find your homie dead in a ditch
Now the fucking water's getting hot
Homie after homie after homie's getting shot
And niggas are overlookin the joys of life
.357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight
Check it, first I walk up on him like I know him
Then, I let me conversation start to ho him
Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business
Cause niggas always be fucking shit up well it's time to handle they
business
He's peeping out my missile as I stand straight
So now it's time to make his ass like a crushed grape
Come check a nigga gun for his get sound get click
Yo, you shoulda brought it on
3-2 comin at ya, comin at ya
Don't make me pull my shit and have to cap ya
With my glock, I make it go pop, it's a 17 shot
So a nigga gon drop, a nigga gon drop
You heard me roll a fatty
Now I'm at the window of your cocksucking caddy
So what you wanna do? It's about that time
Pop pop pop goes the weasel in my nine
Uh, where your nuts at nigga? You'd better let em hang
Cause we can get it on ho, it ain't no thang, uh
Mo murder mo motherfucking merrier
Cause I be one of the roughest niggas from the hardcore area
So quit running your mouth, bitch, you know you can't fade this
Rap-A-Lot south shit
It's the 3 the motherfucking 2
So bring on your motherfucking crew bitch, we can get it on
Strapped assassin, ghetto gladiator
Leaving a path of destruction like the motherfucking Terminator
Lurking the streets of hardcore, stalking like a predator
17 shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine
Cause the nine'll hit your ass every time
Got my motherfucking b-mo, going straight for the dome
Wig-splitting nigga with the finger on the trigger
Sinister, symptoms of a motherfucking killer
B-I-G to the motherfucking M-E
Double L O's not a motherfucking ho
But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking niggas like dope
Now bitch don't choke, cause the dick's down your throat
Getting my blast on, nigga get your ass on
Riggy run your ass home cause I'm a bring it on
It's the return of the motherfucking dreadlock
Putting fools in headlocks, giving niggas headshots
You don't wanna fuck with me, I ain't that motherfucka
I mean that average run-of-the-mill ass nigga
You hoes better recognize that nigga that you up against
Mista mista Scarface ain't that nigga to be fucking with
So lay it down niggas, bump it down or feel the pressure
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's known for taking drastic measures
Quick to rip shit and leave a motherfucker twitching
So niggas make a run once the rifle starts spittin
Round after round after motherfuckin round
So bitches lay it down, I shut em down I shut em down I shut em down
Screaming for vengeance I swear that I meant this descended
Surrender suspended cause niggas I meant it
Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation
Still got the mind of a motherfuckin mental patient
I got the chrome to my own dome
But I'm a give you one before I take it home motherfucka so, uh
Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 3x)
Bring it oooooooooooooon!:

Bring It On

by SANTANA

Bring it on
At first I didn't have the will to carry on
Illusions in my mind
Like that picture when you feel you can't go on
Like you've been left behind
Life goes on, now
Take me to that funky place where you and I were born.
Carry on, now
Psychedlic tendencies of love will bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on, Bring it on
Don't wait until tomorrow
Bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on
Give me something for the dream that I am in
You know I love the way you save me
A broken pawn,
I depended on.
Was only life, I was feeling
It goes on, now
Take me to that funky place where you and I were born
Carry on, now
Ain't no reason you should feel for shorn,
Unconditioned love will bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on
Don't wait until tomorrow
Wait until tomorrow
Bring it on
...Bring it on....
...Bring it on....
Unconditioned love will bring it on
So what lies under.
Is your kingdom come?
Chase it way,
Down low.
It's only life.
Don't wait until tomorrow.
Don't wait until tomorrow.
Don't wait until tomorrow.
Don't wait until,
Wait until tomorrow.
Bring it on, bring it on bring it on
Bring it on

Bring It On

by Soundtrack

I'm gonna walk my faith
Gonna raise my sword
I'm gonna fight my battle
Gonna praise my Lord.
It's getting heavy
But I'm ready
To take on this world and rock steady
So come on, bring it on !
I'm gonna face my demons
Gonna take them down
I'm gonna keep on moving
Gonna make my sound.
It's getting heavy
But I'm ready
To take on this world and rock steady
So come on, bring it on !
Bring it on ! (x 11)

Bring It On

by Kid Rock

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

Bring it On

by Sixpence None the Richer

[Kokane]
In this times
Of hate and pain
We need a remedy
To help us through the rain
Can't you see
I'm straight up G.
[Snoop Dogg]
Old Chief
[Kokane]
Fuck you niggas
Think you can't fuck with me
[Suga Free](Snoop Dogg)
Oh c'mon
Now that pimp is gonna jump back
Bitch, and fuck that
Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go
Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know
Break the bitch you say "I will"
Separate the bitch but you saying "I will"
Damn nigga, shit
Since you but it like that
I'mma lay some right now nigga
And take them straight to the track (track)
I've never let a bitch pimp me
Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G.
Fresh out the pen only 30 today (30 today)
And every bitch ? in a multiply ways
Now since world
Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket
So she could smell like the big girl
And check the one with the fast mouth
Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass.
[Kokane]
I don't care whatcha do
Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll)
You think you can't be touch
Niggas disappear all the time.
[Snoop Dogg]
Oh blue eyes
Dogg Sinatra
Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy ? (Where is he)
The glock cocker
Hold hopper
Show stopper
Watch your mouth, Watch your mouth
I put you in a freak in a billiard
And separate you from your children (Daddy)
I stay G'd up
All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up(hahaha)
If you hit the main line
You gonna get stop
Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck
Me and my niggas go heart and pain
Putting pain where ain't making bitch niggas pay
It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside)
Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side
I'm talking big shit
Hold my dick
Banging on u cuz
Nigga this crip.
[Kokane(Suga Free)]
I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Ah you ain't knowin')
For you hoes to gets with me (Oh to the basement)
You wanna bang let's bang it on (Oh Oh)
We about thousand niggas strong
I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do)
Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine)
You think you can't be touch (Uhhhhh)
Niggas disappear all the time.
[Suga Free]
No, I don't love you, bitch
You a hoe, I never will (Never will)
Can't tell you my feelings
Scratch the fence and don't fell
Bitch, matter fact be gone
Fuck around and how you Mama saying "Baby, he won't"
Talking about he a real pimp
Bitch, It's jumbo lance with proper proper jumbo shrimp
Since I'm prepare with my hoe
Got it cracking with my hoe
Study macking with my hoe
Now I'm stacking with my hoe.
[Snoop Dogg]
I pop a bottle of Mo
About to model a hoe
I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know)
Did the weed, man get in
Take it too long
But when he get it dogg
I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga)
Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it"
Known for making that crip hop music
Don't abuse
Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker.
[Kokane]
(Humming )
[Kokane]
Long you don't fuck with mine
You think you can't be touch
Niggas disappear all the time.
[Kokane]
(Humming)

Bring It On

by Harry Chapin

My queen of the Bronx
Blue eyes and spitfire
I saw you walking back and forth about another boy
Thinking that you may want to leave
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love, then bring it on
And take it back out to the streets where you know you used to be
For the Romeos uptown, if I bring you down
And you're tired of those vows
And you're really walking out
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love, baby, bring it on
Oh, bring it on
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
Is he better than my love? (better than my love?)
Is he better than my love? (better than my love?)
So I found the letters with the reasons to things
You've been feeling that he says they'll never know
And you say the night just got too cold
Well, everybody's cold
Who's gonna keep my baby warm
When everybody goes?
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love
Well, then wait a minute, wait a minute
(Wasn't I good to you?)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
(Wasn't I good to you?)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
(You don't know what's good for you)
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
You've been my baby for so long, come on, bring it on
Oh, bring it on
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
If he's better than my love
If he's better than my love, then go on, take it all

Bring It On

by Harry Chapin

My queen of the Bronx
Blue eyes and spitfire
I saw you walking back and forth about another boy
Thinking that you may want to leave
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love, then bring it on
And take it back out to the streets where you know you used to be
For the Romeos uptown, if I bring you down
And you're tired of those vows
And you're really walking out
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love, baby, bring it on
Oh, bring it on
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
Is he better than my love? (better than my love?)
Is he better than my love? (better than my love?)
So I found the letters with the reasons to things
You've been feeling that he says they'll never know
And you say the night just got too cold
Well, everybody's cold
Who's gonna keep my baby warm
When everybody goes?
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love
Well, then wait a minute, wait a minute
(Wasn't I good to you?)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
(Wasn't I good to you?)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
(You don't know what's good for you)
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't want to raise
And tell me about the Cool, he sings you in those songs
You've been my baby for so long, come on, bring it on
Oh, bring it on
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
If he's better than my love
If he's better than my love, then go on, take it all

Bring it on

by mew

This garden that I built for you
That you sit in now and yearn
I will never leave it, dear
I could not bear to return
And find it all untended
With the trees all bended low
This garden is our home, dear
And I got nowhere else to go
So bring it on
Bring it on
Every little tear
Bring it on
Every useless fear
Bring it on
All your shattered dreams
And I’ll scatter them into the sea
Into the sea
The geraniums on your window sill
The carnations, dear, and the daffodil
Well, they’re ordinary flowers
But they long for the light of your touch
And of your trembling will
Ah, you’re trembling still
And I am trembling too
To be perfectly honest I don’t know
Quite what else to do
So bring it on
Bring it on
Every neglected dream
Bring it on
Every little scheme
Bring it on
Every little fear
And I’ll make them disappear
So bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on
Every little thing
Bring it on
Every tiny fear
Bring it on
Every shattered dream
And I’ll scatter them into the sea

Bring It On

by Ivy

[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga
Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill 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 cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
[repeat 4X]
[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liason for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontal, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis 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 facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
Fuck with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill 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]

Bring it On

by Cascada

I didn’t come lookin’ for trouble
And I don’t want to fight needlessly
But I’m not gonna hide in a bubble
If trouble comes for me
I can feel my heart beating faster
I can tell something’s coming down
But if it’s gonna make me grow stronger then…
Bring it on
Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow
Bring it on
Let the trouble come, let the hard rain fall, let it make me strong
Bring it on
Now, maybe you’re thinkin’ I’m crazy
And maybe I need to explain some things
‘Cause I know I’ve got an enemy waiting
Who wants to bring me pain
But what he never seems to remember
What he means for evil God works for good
So I will not retreat or surrender
Bring it on
Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow
Bring it on
Let the trouble come, let the hard rain fall, let it make me strong
Bring it on
Now, I don’t want to sound like some hero
‘Cause it’s God alone that my hope is in
But I’m not gonna run from the very things
That would drive me closer to Him
So bring it on
Bring it on
Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow
Bring it on
Let the trouble come, let it make me fall on the One who’s strong
Bring it on
Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow
Bring it on
Let me be made weak so I’ll know the strength of the One who’s strong
Bring it on
Bring it on

Bring It On

by Diamond Head

Hello I am me, who the hell are you?
I bring the word from the dead
this is the day they shall re-animate
and get their claws on your necks;
A pack of raging wolves are howling
awaken from their sleep of sin
Hail to the creeps - HAIL!
thunder unleashed - HAIL!
no beasts so fierce
Bring it on, bring it on big time
bring it on, bring it on down
bring it on-
the rancorous return from their graves
wont you bring it on, bring it on big time
bring it on, bring it on down
bring it on
behold your town will burn
as the raging hounds return
the rampant helldogs
rampaging near
the unholy prolifirates
they taste your blood
and they smell your fear
on your mark-
get set-
decapitate!
A pack of raging wolves are howling
awaken from their sleep of sin
Hail to the creeps - HAIL!
thunder unleashed - HAIL!
no beasts so fierce
Bring it on, bring it on big time
bring it on, bring it on down
bring it on-
the rancorous return from their graves
wont you bring it on, bring it on big time
bring it on, bring it on down
bring it on
behold your town will burn
as the raging hounds..
Ominious haze dispersing by the moonlights order
they got their prey - theyre gone with your daughters
claimed their souls - turned em into martyrs
they will burn - as the hounds return
*solo*
Bring it on, bring it on big time
bring it on, bring it on down
bring it on-
the rancorous return from their graves
wont you bring it on, bring it on big time
bring it on, bring it on down
bring it on
behold your town will burn
as the raging hounds return

Bring It On

by BON JOVI

My Queen of the Bronx
Blue eyes and spitfire
I saw you walking back and forth
About another boy
Thinking that you may want to leave
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't wanna raise
And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love
Then bring it on
And take it back out to the streets
Where you know you used to be
For the Romeos uptown
If I bring you down
And you're tired of those vows
And you're really walking out
And give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't wanna raise
And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love
Baby bring it on
Oh bring it on
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
Is he better than my love? (better than my love?)
Is he better than my love? (better than my love?)
So I found the letters with the reasons,
Two things you been feeling that he says they'll never know
And you say the night just got too cold
Well everybody's cold
Who's gonna keep my baby warm (who's gonna keep my baby warm)
When everybody goes?
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't wanna raise
And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs
If it's better than my love
Well then wait a minute, wait a minute
(Was he not good to you?)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
(Was he not good to you?)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
(You don't know what's good for you)
So give me the fevers that just won't break
And give me the children you don't wanna raise
And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs
You've been my baby for so long
Come on, bring it on
Oh bring it on
Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home
I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms
If he's better than my love (better than my love)
If he's better than my love (better than my love)
If he's better than my love (better than my love)
Then go on, take it all.

Bring It On

by Kooks

Bring on what you got
Tonight you're my dart
She says keep it tight
You sure what I did
You hold I commit
You take what I owe
You know some ain't right
Tonight you're my dart
She say keep it tight
Come home some ain't nice
Tonight lost in sight
Can't take, take no more
I believe a beat like thunder
You move along
Crowd go wild
I believe a beat like thunder
You move along
Crowd go wild
Bring on what you got
Tonight you're my dart
She says keep it tight
You sure what I did
You hold I commit
You take what I owe
I believe a beat like thunder
You move along
Crowd go wild
I believe a beat like thunder
You move along
Crowd go wild
I believe a beat like thunder
You move along
Crowd go wild

Bring It On

yeah,yeah,yeah,ooh
oh,baby
yeah,yeah,yeah
check it out now,ooh
baby,check it out now
i've been looking and been searching,oh baby
for the one who'll be true (oh,yeah,ooh)
and i thought that i had found him
oh,boy,but now i know it's not you (oh,yeah,ooh)
'cos you can see me running
but you're standing still
you don't believe it's coming
but you know that it will
so,baby,see ya
all right (oh,yeh)
i wouldn't wanna be ya tonight
let me make it clear,all right
you're not the one for me,yeah
yeah,yeah,yeah
we'll there's plenty more where you came from
so i think i'll go fish (oh,yeah,ooh)
'cos there's a great big ocean out there
and,boy,you're not my favourite dish (oh,yeah,ooh)
'cos you can see me sinking
like i told you so
i need a new direction
but you won't let me go
so,baby,see ya
all right (oh,yeah)
i wouldn't wanna be ya tonight
let me make it clear,all right
you're not the one for me,yeah
yeah,yeah,yeah
(ooh)
check it out now
'cos you can see me running
but you're standing still
you don't believe it's coming
but you know that it will
so,baby,see ya
all right (oh,yeah)
i wouldn't wanna be ya tonight
let me make it clear,all right
you're not the one for me,yeah
yeah,yeah,yeah (oh,baby)
so baby,see ya
all right (oh,yeah)
i wouldn't wanna be ya (yeah,yeah,yeah)
let me make it clear,all right
you're not the one for me,yeah
yeah,yeah,yeah
(ooh)

Bring It On

by Momus

This garden that I built for you
That you sit in now and yearn
I will never leave it, dear
I could not bear to return
And find it all untended
With the trees all bended low
This garden is our home, dear
And I got nowhere else to go
So bring it on
Bring it on
Every little tear
Bring it on
Every useless fear
Bring it on
All your shattered dreams
And I’ll scatter them into the sea
Into the sea
The geraniums on your window sill
The carnations, dear, and the daffodil
Well, they’re ordinary flowers
But they long for the light of your touch
And of your trembling will
Ah, you’re trembling still
And I am trembling too
To be perfectly honest I don’t know
Quite what else to do
So bring it on
Bring it on
Every neglected dream
Bring it on
Every little scheme
Bring it on
Every little fear
And I’ll make them disappear
So bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on
Every little thing
Bring it on
Every tiny fear
Bring it on
Every shattered dream
And I’ll scatter them into the sea