Bring It On
Big Jaz Jay-Z & Sauce Money Lyrics
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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
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 crystals, 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
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Hakeem, 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
Liaison 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...")
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 crystal
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
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..."
The song "Bring It On" by Big Jaz, Jay-Z, and Sauce Money is a boastful and confident track that showcases the trio's lyrical prowess and their success in the rap game. The first verse is filled with wordplay, as the rappers reference drug dealing and sex while also emphasizing their financial success. They boast about their ability to make money and have fun without any fear of consequences, as they "keep [their] pockets fully blown" without any "trace of AIDS." The second verse features more references to crime and violence, with references to organized crime and gangsters like Al Pacino's character in "Scarface." The rapper also shows off his clever rhyming skills, with lines like "Cream, I diamond gleam, high post like Hakeem" and "mixed feelings like a mulatto."
Overall, the song is a display of the trio's lyrical and financial dominance, as they flaunt their luxury lifestyles and their ability to out-rap anyone who challenges them. The repeated refrain of "bring it on if you think you can hang" emphasizes the trio's confidence and their willingness to take on anyone who challenges them, while also serving as a warning to other rappers that they are not to be messed with.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JONATHAN BURKS, SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, TODD ERIC GAITHER, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN
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