[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Pop a 40 and check your rollies, it's Cryme Tyme
Brooklyn. Brooklyn
[Chorus]
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?
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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?
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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?
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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?
