Jim Johnston - Bringin' Da Hood T U (Cryme Tyme) lyrics
[Jim Johnston - Bringin' Da Hood T U Cryme Tyme lyrics]
Pop a 40 and check your rollies
It's Cryme Tyme brooklyn brooklyn
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
Hey yo, no more Hollywood, this is holly hood
And it's Cryme Tyme be
Scared? You probably should
We come from the streets
I was raised in the gutter
I run up your mother for
That bread and butter
Mess around with these crooks
Get your property took
Robbing is my job, I get paid off the books
Marveling with my quad, coming through
Stomping
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Who wants problems?
I could care less about a copper
They call me the copper stopper
If you want something proper
No need to pack your bags, no need to move
Cause no matter where you go
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
Once upon a time it was nice and quiet
Then along came the hood, inciting riots
I don't give a damn
About a neighborhood watch
I'll take your watch while
The neighborhood watch
I'm a rugged individual, hardcore criminal
I bring it to man, woman, and children too
Yeah, I know you heard of me
I'm the one responsible for them burglaries
I got twelve misdemeanors, three felonies
Countless victims yelling, "help me please, "
But no matter what you say
No matter what you do
It don't matter where you at
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
Hey yo, no more Hollywood, this is holly hood
And it's Cryme Tyme be
Scared? You probably should
We come from the streets
I was raised in the gutter
I run up your mother for
That bread and butter
Mess around with these crooks
Get your property took
Robbing is my job, I get paid off the books
Marveling with my sports
Drink, coming through, stomping
Brooklyn, Brooklyn who wants problems?
I could care less about a copper
They call me the copper stopper
If you want something proper
No need to pack your bags, no need to move
Cause no matter where you go
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?
We're bringing it, bringing it
We're bringing the hood to you
We're bringing it, bringing it
Whatcha gonna do?