作词 : Jonathan Burks/Shawn Carter/T. Gaither/Chris Martin 作曲 : Jonathan Burks/Shawn Carter/T. Gaither/Chris Martin Aiyyo Jay word up; these mother*******s ****** talkin that comeback *************t like they cookin crack
*************t I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers mother*******
For real; with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click ************* Aiyyo we pattin down ************* from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar ************* a ************* D in the marked car We got the bad ******* 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 ************* college Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded ******* with cristals, get ****** with pistols just to see my *************t, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang （repeat 4X）
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 *************z wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's somethin **** 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 *************... （"Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe） Money is power I'm into ched************* 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 ************* you doin? Whatever ************* Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished Spankin dollars with the commas bangin ******* out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather Fry hotter, you die gotta ************* 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 *************z off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me Steam a ************* 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
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
[00:00.000] 作词 : Jonathan Burks/Shawn Carter/T. Gaither/Chris Martin [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jonathan Burks/Shawn Carter/T. Gaither/Chris Martin [00:36.26]Aiyyo Jay word up; these mother*******s [00:39.76]****** talkin that comeback *************t like they cookin crack [00:42.28] [00:43.04]*************t I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change [00:45.91] [00:46.47]Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers mother******* [00:50.43] [00:51.12]For real; with no trace of AIDS [00:53.55]We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click ************* [00:56.86]Aiyyo we pattin down ************* from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar [01:00.18]************* a ************* D in the marked car [01:02.23]We got the bad ******* gaspin for air in Aspen [01:05.20]Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing [01:08.33]You cling we do our thing and bring [01:10.52]Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing [01:13.71]East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin [01:16.69]like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh [01:19.52]Al Pacino down to Nino Brown [01:21.39]Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino [01:24.76]Teflon, make sure your jammy is full [01:26.80]Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull [01:29.07] [01:30.25]Tropical leaves where I got a few keys [01:32.37]with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese [01:35.71]Said we was garbage, so ************* college [01:37.77]Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars [01:41.08]Star studded ******* with cristals, get ****** with pistols [01:44.32]just to see my *************t, discharge puss [01:46.50]I drop the stellar, even acapella [01:48.25] [01:48.99]I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella [01:50.76] [01:51.75]Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang [01:54.51]And if not then let me do my thang [02:00.93]（repeat 4X） [02:01.74] [02:12.84]Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms [02:16.26]in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah [02:19.94]I cream, I diamond gleam [02:21.75]High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop [02:24.99]Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam [02:27.24]*************z wanna try to hem my long jeans [02:29.24]Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene [02:32.49]In the meanwhile, here's somethin **** for y'all to lean [02:35.41]Liason for days on in [02:37.83]Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin [02:40.93]Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow [02:43.93]like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig' [02:46.18]Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo [02:49.30] [02:50.05]That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto [02:52.55]Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson [02:54.48]I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano [02:57.22]you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns [03:00.16]horizontal, get your weight up, I am [03:02.72]two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams [03:05.52]Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money [03:08.09]Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish [03:10.91]Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the *************... [03:14.62]（"Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe） [03:17.85]Money is power [03:18.85]I'm into ched************* with facial credit [03:20.47]Pure platinum fetish for cheddars [03:21.84]Spread letters you move you're deadish [03:23.34]I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes [03:25.40]You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal [03:27.52]John Stockton couldn't assist you [03:28.89]Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N. [03:31.39]So what the ************* you doin? [03:32.83]Whatever ************* Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished [03:35.86]Spankin dollars with the commas [03:36.98]bangin ******* out the Bahamas [03:38.29]On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather [03:41.40]Fry hotter, you die gotta [03:43.22]************* with me witness manana [03:44.90]Absence of malice in my palace [03:46.58]Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous [03:49.14]Tip scales from mail to keep these *************z off balance [03:51.96]Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me [03:54.64]Steam a ************* schemin on the wrist action with the gleams [03:57.38]Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams [03:59.57]Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream [04:02.19]Chorus [04:05.19] [04:08.42]"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe [04:12.60] [04:13.86]"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe [04:22.11] [04:24.74]"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe [04:28.48] [04:30.23]"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe [04:33.47] [04:35.60]"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
