It's On
Ron C Lyrics


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Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh

Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians
What ever you is, this is yo boy
Fresh to the snipes ya hear
With young flip, and I call this one

Now what it do, yeah nigga got to much loot
Now what it do, ya baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot

Now what it do, yeah baby young flippa is back
Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all sayin'

You know you baby,
Mama wanna ride wit a G
'Cause she shakin' her ass to this
Mannie Fresh beat

I'm fly as a mothafuckers
High as a mothafuckers, fo row
Down the chain iced out belt buckle, aaa
And I'm still on the grind

I own ten watches
But I'm neva on time
I show up late
'Cause I blow up weight

You doin' shows down hear
But you can't go up state
Now what it do
I tryin' to leave wit you and you

I'm 20 deep, I ain't tripping bring ya crew
I got my heat
You pakin' lil' 22's, we cloven g's
The home and leaving DJ crew

Now what it do, yeah nigga got to much loot
Now what it do, ya baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot

Now what it do, yeah baby young flippa is back
Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all sayin'

I got the, big home, the whip chrome
The king back you can't take my throne
I been chillin' on the low gettin' dough fo show
Run up on me 30 shots but I'm lettin' 'em go

You can't fuck wit my team I'm just lettin' you know
If it cost 500 that regular dro
Cops pull a nigga ova
'Cause they jealous of my Carmo

ZZ's 1200 you could smell it through the charts
Rapper sweet roll it up
Get the drink, pour it up
You know you can't

Come wit me if you ain't old enough
You know that desert eagle come wit a holster
But my GT ain't come wit a choffer, damn

Now what it do, yeah nigga got to much loot
Now what it do, ya baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot

Now what it do, yeah baby young flippa is back
Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all sayin'

Yeah, the dough boy say I'm shinin' boy
But that shit came from grinin' boy
Yell the diamonds everywhere like a stuck up junin'
Dog I heard your paper low I got that stuck up money

Shut the fuck up dummy, you ain't hard as us
I went to France and found out you ain't large as us
I get paid just ta come to the club and chill
Let yo chick braid my hair cause she love my grill

Fuck a house on the hill 'cause my ship by the lake
I'm like jiga, I can do this in one day
We got weight, we got drunk, we got all the guns
Ask 'bout Lil' Flip you don't know where I'm from

Now what it do, yeah nigga got to much loot
Now what it do, ya baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot

Now what it do, yeah baby young flippa is back
Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all sayin'

Yeah, yeah this how we do it man
Ya niggas need to step ya game up man
Glove G's in the mothafuckin' buldin'
Desse duk in the buldin'

D-rad in the buldin'
Rarena kimmins in the buldin'
Black Al Capone in the buldin'
Dre Add in the buldin'

Big west in the mothauckin' buldin'
And we doin' it, so, so mothauckin' big
Big charts in te buldin'
M dolla in the buldin'

We gettin' money nigga
And when you see me in the street say what it do
And don't call me flip no mothauckin' more
Call me flipa rachie ha ha ha





And we out

Overall Meaning

The song "It's On" by Ron C is a hip-hop track about success and power in the rap industry. The lyrics are braggadocious and assertive, with the artist boasting about his wealth and success in the industry. He talks about the different races and cultures that make up his fan base and emphasizes his own importance in the scene. The chorus repeats the phrase "now what it do" as a question to his fans and followers, inviting them to join him in his success.


Ron C's lyrics are full of references to material wealth and luxury items, such as platinum watches and Cadillacs. He also mentions his entourage and their ability to protect him. The lines "I'm fly as a motherfucker / High as a motherfucker" suggest that the artist is also enjoying the excesses that come with success, perhaps through the use of drugs. Despite his confident attitude, there is a hint of danger in the lyrics, with references to guns and violence.


Overall, "It's On" is a typical example of a rap song in which an artist brags about his success, wealth, and power. The lyrics are confident and assertive, with a tone of aggression and even violence. The song showcases Ron C's rhyming ability and his ability to create a catchy chorus.


Line by Line Meaning

Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
I'm feeling fresh and energetic, ready to get things started


Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians
I welcome everyone regardless of race or ethnicity


What ever you is, this is yo boy
I'm here to be your friend no matter who you are


Fresh to the snipes ya hear
I'm fresh to the point where people can notice it


With young flip, and I call this one
I'm here with Young Flip, and this song has a name


Now what it do, yeah nigga got to much loot
I have a lot of money, what should I do with it?


Now what it do, ya baby push that GT G loot
Let's spend some of that money on this GT G car


Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Show off those platinum rims on the car


Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot
Don't mess with me, I'm ready to defend myself


Now what it do, yeah baby young flippa is back
Young Flip is back and ready to make music


Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Let's ride in this flashy Cadillac


Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
Let's take a break and enjoy the moment


I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all sayin'
I still represent where I came from, what do you have to say about it?


You know you baby, Mama wanna ride wit a G
Women are attracted to me and want to be associated with me


'Cause she shakin' her ass to this, Mannie Fresh beat
The beat is so good that it's making women dance


I'm fly as a mothafuckers, High as a mothafuckers, fo row
I feel great and confident right now


Down the chain iced out belt buckle, aaa
I have lots of jewelry including an iced-out belt buckle


And I'm still on the grind, I own ten watches
I'm still working hard and have ten watches to show for it


But I'm neva on time, I show up late
I may be successful, but I'm not the most punctual


'Cause I blow up weight, You doin' shows down hear
I'm busy with my own stuff, you can take care of your own shows


But you can't go up state, Now what it do
You're not ready to move on to the next level yet


I tryin' to leave wit you and you, I'm 20 deep, I ain't tripping bring ya crew
I'm trying to leave with you, but I'm not traveling alone and bringing my team with me


I got my heat, You pakin' lil' 22's, we cloven g's
I have my gun with me, don't try to take advantage of me with your small weapon


The home and leaving DJ crew, I got the, big home, the whip chrome
I also have my DJ crew with me, and I have a big house and a shiny car


The king back you can't take my throne
I'm back and at the top of my game, no one can dethrone me


I been chillin' on the low gettin' dough fo show
I've been laying low and making money in secret


Run up on me 30 shots but I'm lettin' 'em go
Don't try to attack me, I have my gun and not afraid to use it


You can't fuck wit my team I'm just lettin' you know
My team is strong and you shouldn't mess with us


If it cost 500 that regular dro
I only smoke the best marijuana, not the cheap stuff


Cops pull a nigga ova, 'Cause they jealous of my Carmo
The police pull me over because they're envious of my car


ZZ's 1200 you could smell it through the charts
My cologne is so strong you can smell it even on the radio charts


Rapper sweet roll it up, Get the drink, pour it up
Rappers love smoking weed and drinking


You know you can't, Come wit me if you ain't old enough
I can't hang out with you if you're not old enough for the things I do


You know that desert eagle come wit a holster
A desert eagle gun comes with a holster


But my GT ain't come wit a choffer, damn
My car doesn't have a driver even though it's expensive


Yeah, the dough boy say I'm shinin' boy
People notice me when I shine and am successful


But that shit came from grinin' boy
I worked hard to get where I am, not just smiled my way through


Yell the diamonds everywhere like a stuck up junin'
My diamonds are shining brightly and are noticeable


Dog I heard your paper low I got that stuck up money
I heard you don't have much money, but I'm wealthy and can show it off


Shut the fuck up dummy, you ain't hard as us
Be quiet and don't act tough, you can't compare to us


I went to France and found out you ain't large as us
Even when I was out of the country, I'm still bigger and better than you


I get paid just ta come to the club and chill
I get paid to just show up at a club and relax


Let yo chick braid my hair cause she love my grill
Women are attracted to me, and I let them style my hair


Fuck a house on the hill 'cause my ship by the lake
I don't need a house on a hill, I have a boat by the lake


I'm like jiga, I can do this in one day
I can achieve a lot in a short amount of time, like Jay-Z


We got weight, we got drunk, we got all the guns
We have everything we need to succeed


Ask 'bout Lil' Flip you don't know where I'm from
People may know my name, but they don't know where I came from


Yeah, yeah this how we do it man
This is our style and what we're known for


Ya niggas need to step ya game up man
You need to work harder and improve yourself


Glove G's in the mothafuckin' buldin', Desse duk in the buldin', D-rad in the buldin', Rarena kimmins in the buldin', Black Al Capone in the buldin', Dre Add in the buldin', Big west in the mothauckin' buldin'
Various people are in the building with me, including rappers who go by these names


And we doin' it, so, so mothauckin' big, Big charts in te buldin', M dolla in the buldin', We gettin' money nigga
We're successful and making a lot of money


And when you see me in the street say what it do
When you see me in public, greet me and acknowledge me


And don't call me flip no mothauckin' more, Call me flipa rachie ha ha ha
Don't call me by my old name, call me by this new nickname I came up with


And we out
That's all, we're leaving now




Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: STEVEN BISHOP, ERIC DAWKINS, HARVEY JAY MASON, STEVEN L RUSSELL, ROBIN TADROSS, DAMON THOMAS, DAMON E THOMAS

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