(Brat)
Welcome to the wonderful world of Destiny's Child
I'm da Brat-tat-tat
My homeboy Dent on the track
And we gon lay you flat on your back
wit the beat boom boom pat pat
like that, you heard me?
We comin' in this game like some survivors
And we leavin' this game like some survivors
So from now until we dead and gone,
We gon be some survivors
You heard me?
Beyonce, where you at?
(Destiny's Child)
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without you
I laugh harder
You thought I wouldn't grow without you
Now I'm wiser
Though that I'd be helpless without you
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without you
But I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without you
Sold 9 million
(Chorus X2)
I'm a survivor
I'm not gon give up
I'm not gon stop
I'm gon work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
Wishing you the best
Pray that you are blessed
Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon blast you on the radio
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon lie on you and your family
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gon hate on you in the magazines
('m better than that)
I'm not gon compromise my Christianity
(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gon diss you on the internet
Cause my mama taught me better than that
(Chorus x1)
(Brat)
Now I done been through the storm and the rain
Climbed up the rough side and got tougher times and i remain
But I'll have stuff to shine pull out the pumps to protect mine
Survive in the game
Hate on me cuz you lame
But they'll never see your face or say your name
No more pain for me, no more misery
Cuz you history
I'ma hold on to what I got
Strap on my perfection
My own protection
My own direction
Wanna be the best at what I do
I'ma make it too
Stompin like a soldier in my big black boots
I keep 'em jumpin' jumpin'
Stayin funky funky for you
No matter who's that be that done walked out of your life
you don't need em don't need no healin'
As long as i'm still breathin'
Not leavin for no reason
Seen 'em come and go
Once rich they now broke
No house no more, not even a condo
As long as I know how to love i'ma stay alive
With that gangsta style
They contain me cuz i'm wild
Not ashamed to stand out
In the rain sittin' on thangs
Crunked out, spittin' my game
No doubt i'ma get paid in a big way
Survivin'
(Chorus X3)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not gon give up (What?)
I'm not gon stop (What?)
I'm gon work harder (What?)
I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm gonna make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)
Ay homie
Ay yo
Shit wassup with you
What...I make ya horny huh (giggle)
I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit
You act like you want some nigga.....do you?
(Da Brat)
Di di di da di di di da di day
I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way
Day to day you think of me
Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me
The DJ keep spinnin' the hot records
Make the whole table go crazy the first second
Third I'm ready and able to hit the middle
Under that disco ball so I could shake a little
This shit for yall who dance with me
Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically
Don't get carried away with it
I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it
Insatiably, when I cum I do it patiently
Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me
You been chasing me for the longest time
Like Billy Joel so please tell me what's on ya mind..nigga
Chorus:
Homie, you act like you want some
Now tell me, do I do I make ya horny huh
All up on me having a good time
I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind mind (say 2x)
(Da Brat)
I put my hands on the back of your fade
And we danced till the crack of dawn came
To the sun raise up its on
Still got stamina to take you home
Brat the damager managed to handle any position handed to her
You wanna fuck with the funk bandit
Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my cleavage you can't stand it
And you ain't even believing you dancing with Brat
And making eye contact
Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally
Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say to me
That you feel horny cuz I wanna know
If you want some of this I wish you tell me so
Cuz if I let you touch me I must want you to go
Home with me be alond with me to get some mo'
Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind
And even though I'm tipsy I wanna know what's on ya mind
Chorus: say 2x
(22)
Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective
No chick can neglect this
Just listen when I stress this
The bitch was breathless
Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws
Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar
Uh huh wassup shorty
Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie
Thug love homie Brat put you up on pink lemonade
That's why I don't attract rats with my serinades
Stack off plubicades
Lack when it comes to brains
More than 2 women I'mma stack'em then play the game
Rack'em they love my name 22
Cuz they figure amongst themselves can I really enject 2
With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie screaming
Everything is mine while I'm grinding the pussy
Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me
I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh
Chorus: say 4x
Come on then, shit
(So give it to 'em, whoa)
Lay your head back
(Whoa)
Lay it on me
(Whoa whoa)
And for the money
(Yeah whoa)
You can lay that shit on me too
(Whoa)
But for now let's talk about riding
Yeah, I'm saying it's like this
(Brat, where are you at?)
You know it's So So Def 'cause I'm the B to the R A
T the most eligible bitch today
And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me
They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep
I got two twelve's that bump from wall to wall
So loud that he headlights blink on and off
I laugh when people watch I don't stop I shine
It's attractive to motherfuckers that love to grind
I sparkle from the rims to the chain, to the watch, to the rings
To the ears, to the wrists, to the glocks, to the parts in the braids
Shorties that stop to watch throw on the shades
'Cause Da Brat got gleam for days
Sunroof open let the sun shine in
Baking the fuck out of me and all my friends
In the backseat, stay in the front ain't no room in the trunk
Just a devastating woofer that bump, you know
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon' stop
With Da B R A T
We gon' keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you
(We ready)
I keep the windows down, so when I hit the stoplight
All the niggas standing around spot what they like
They shoot me the 'Come Here' finger
But the music's so loud I just smile and act like I don't see 'em
I've done had one or too many shots of Tequila
But when it's set to crunk I need my liquor
Loud and rowdy naturally pull up to my truck and smile
But you ain't proud of me
I left you in the rear view with a look of disgust
And a mad mug 'cause your windows almost bust
I can't fathom the thought of my seats not rumbling
And people catching whiplash when I past in front of 'em
I'm flashy and I don't care if you know
From the C to the H I C A G O
I'm fresh to death no matter how I'm dressed
It's even hard for the cops to put me under arrest
Irresistibly huggable and lovable when
I gotta wiggle myself out of the trouble I get in
I'm Da Brat officer he turned and laughed
And said stop disturbing and got an autograph
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon' stop
With Da B R A T
We gon' keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you
(We ready)
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lots of niggas hear the sound now they flagging me down
Get attention when I drive by 'cause I'm so fly
Shorty the pimp represent the West Side of Chi
Know the haters watching, I love making 'em sick
I tear the roof off this mother like Parliament
People ride with me just to feel the bass in their chest
And be reminded of how it sounds So So Def
See what we do other niggas can't
That's why for ten long years
I've been making 'em dance
You know?
Me and Da Brat it's family boy, ya know?
We ain't never gon' break down
For y'all hatin' ass niggas
We gon keep on and keep on, ya heard?
(We ready)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon' stop
With Da B R A T
We gon' keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you
(We ready)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon' stop
With Da B R A T
We gon' keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you
[Da Brat]
Yo, Dont be talkin' to me about no motherfuckin' problems.
Don't be talkin' to me about shit I don't wanna argue.
I don't wanna do shit, I just want a motherfuckin' smoke.
When I'm smokin don't fuck with me.
See what I'm sayin I don't need this shit.
Uh, uh, uh
I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck
It's ain't my fault if he looking
You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause
Every time I come near
All he do is stare
And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some
He know what's in the prize, it's Red Rum
To any of these hoes that come
Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies
And all I do is stack the paper
Just in case I run into some complications
I'm set for life, never in debt
And you frustrated when I get all the niggas' attention
You fall off
Guess you was born to make the coffee for us
Writing bitches with a higher position
Da Brat talk niggas listen
Go get a nine to five
Cause you can't keep up with the shit I cook up
I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad
But I don't give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay
And I don't give a fuck, you
And I'mma make sure that my niggas lookin'
Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition
I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky
And I love it when y'all wanna get at me
And make me think my shit don't stink
Evidently you ain't satisfied at home
She ain't got no style of her own
No body of her own
Not roaming in the V12
You turned on because I bought it myself
What other bitch do you know like this?
That's tight as a hot curl
Known to rock worlds
Once I'm spotted you will probably drop your girl
My intimidation to niggas is challenging to 'em
He fiending to get in my Vicky's Secrets
And underneath my Girbaud and my boxer shorts
I rock ice burg sports and Da Brat prints of all sorts
Interesting to you cause I got some dough
You thinkin' if you and me get together
You'll never go broke
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad
But I don't give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay
And I don't give a fuck, you
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad
But I don't give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay
[Da Brat] (JD)
This a test
(Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
This ain't no test
(Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
It's the real shit
(Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
(Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
Yeah
(Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
(Bounce) uh-oh (bounce)
[Da Brat] (JD)
If you can feel it in your back (Baby)
It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' Brat (Baby)
In the corner passing blunts, sippin' Yack (Baby)
And if you must play the game
Then gamble the stake's raised
Take baby to Vegas I need the paper
My flesh burnin'
Niggas got me under surveillance their necks turnin'
I'm an international playa, close observation
The best policy is to stay in y'all faces
The bad seed, I get niggas like I breath it's easy
Been through niggas lyin' and cheatin' with bitches that's sleazy
None of it's worth repeatin'
If you flash money, spend that money or you can beat it
I'mma star now, so it wasn't really shit for me to get shot down
Spit illicit, unrestricted game, I'm independent
Open the door to the bank but g's spent this
1 - If you out here doing things
You're a honey getting money
Playin' all of these fellas like dummies
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell them they better back up)
(Playa, playa back up)
If you out here doing things
(Doin' doin' thangs)
You're a playa getting money
Spending none on none of these hoes
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(Tell 'em they better back up)
(Shorty, shorty back up)
[Ja Rule]
For the first time I can see my lifeline
And you're ahead of me
Thank God hard to imagine me
But Lord why me?
I'm the bad spirit that tortures the souls of the nearest
Untouched pussy, what'chu want with me?
Been through lesbianage, menage et tois
Been even synonymous to hoes that floss and trick their dough
If you livin' it, my life
You live it as limited
Cause too many worlds collide the killer degenerate
I'll die in it
As long as I keep my guns burn
And Brat pushin' the Verge
And the crack isn't German
Listen Ja bring the heat catching niggas on their third wind
We supply the pressure (Baby!)
Shit it'll never end try to get out
But baby you're locked in
My world sip Hen and suffer from sin
I'm sickening like Heroin
Ja Rule the veteran, true with you
But baby girl if you
Repeat 1
[Da Brat]
A girl like me need a lot
So I proceed to plot
And continue to add pieces to the rock collection that I got
Shine on y'all light up the whole block
I'm causing on Ja
[Ja Rule]
Shit on a nigga like me you need a lot
Coming with game, what'chu got
It's murda, if you don't get shot
I clicky-clack on those pot post up on niggas
Fuck y'all bitches
[Da Brat]
Shit fuck y'all niggas, you can't live without pussy
Be disrespectful and get no more nookie
Most of these hoes check y'all cause niggas ain't shit
[Ja Rule]
Y'all dismissed and y'all know
Bitches ain't shit
But live with it if the dick don't fit
[Da Brat]
Get it or quit it
And acquaint Shaunte with your money
I gotta get it
Repeat 1 till end w/ Da Brat ad-libs
[Da Brat]
All I'm saying is do thangs
Ya know what I'm saying
Make the right moves
Ya know what I'm saying
Man, woman, boy, or girl
Pimp, prostitute, he-heh
Do thangs to get that loot
Ya know what I'm saying
Tell 'em to back up
Cause it's the Da Brat
So, So
[Girl]
Yo I'm happy we got to go out tonight
And shit you know it's kinda crackin' up in here
[Guy]
Hmm no doubt boo ya know
I'm try-na treat my baby right
[Girl]
Word we gonna spend a little time and shit
[Guy]
Definitely, definitely
[Girl]
I'm feelin' that, I'm feelin' that
[Guy]
Oh shit there go Da Brat
[Girl]
Oh shit? What you mean oh shit?
[Guy]
You what'cha talk- Why you always try-na blow something out of proportion?
Yo just shut the fuck up and drink man
[Girl]
Hold up, hold up you wanna see me blow some shit out of proportion
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout Oh Shit! What the fuck is you lookin' over there for?
[Guy]
Ay yo whatever man
[Girl]
Yo that's my word, if you look over there one more fucking time,
I'mma smack the shit outta you yo!
[Jermaine Dupri]:
What?
Y'all thought we wasn't gonna make a remix to this
I want y'all to bounce wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Bounce
Brat, Missy, JD
Come on
[Missy Elliott]:
Yo, come here baby, let me kiss ya
Let me see what'cha bought when I'm wit'cha
Let me see what'cha talkin bout big shot
If you got that doe, can I get some?
Let me see that Benz, can I drive, dude?
Can I have when I ride right beside you?
Oh, side by side, I got my crew
Oh, you act a little funny nigga, fuck you
Cause I'm that bitch wit the six shots
Six blocks, big knots, big tick-tocks
Drop tops, shit won't stop
Y'all flop when Miss' drop, I rock {*dogs bark and growl*}
I'm gon' get'chall
Bang bang to the boogie, take a picture
Of a hot girl and big time
Wit a thong, it's on when I hit'chall
That's what I'm lookin for
[Jermaine Dupri]:
Uh
Yo
I'm lookin for a bitch that'll switch that thang
from right to left like no other
Type of girl that'll blow your BRAIN
Wanna rock your CHAIN
Make you wanna take to meet your mother
No matter what baby keeps it NAME BRAND
Never let a nigga change her GAME PLAN
Even though it might look like she switch up
Everynight honey fucks with the SAME MAN
Hit the mall, get fresh just LIKE I DO
Wanna have wild sex just LIKE I DO
Bottle to the neck just LIKE I DO
That's what I'm lookin for
She gotta be jazzy (uh-huh, uh-huh)
But when she do her thang it's ghetto style
Tellin me JD, nigga say my name.
Like she a new member of Destiny's Child
I like those that got hair but still rock a weave
Know just what to do to make a nigga not leave (OH)
Know just what to wear to make a nigga go dream
Know just what to say to get the bling (That's what I'm lookin for)
For others she won't but WILL FOR ME
Come in and pay some of these BILLS FOR ME
Not just standin around lookin REAL PRETTY
I'm talkin bout a bitch that'll KILL FOR ME
(That's what I'm lookin for)
(Jermaine Dupri Chorus)
Where my thong wearin shorties at?
Got the game down packed
Got their own car, little crib and a doe stack
That's what I'm lookin for
They know just what a brotha needs
How to throw it and make him not wanna leave
When it's time to go down, they ain't scared to freak
That's what I'm lookin' for
And where my Proda wearin shorties who
claim they don't love you
But anytime you want somethin done, they'll do it
That's what I'm lookin for
Them 4, 5, 6 types
Down to do it all night
See that there, is the type of bitch I like
That's what I'm lookin for
[Da Brat]:
Oh yeah
See me, I like a big, buff nigga, get tough nigga
Sex me rough 'til I beg to get up nigga
What's up?
You got a hot cars?
I'm-a need to ride find WHAT I'M LOOKIN FOR
To bump these hot boys, let me get the Visa
So I can Discover your MasterCard
Let's cruise the beach and then park the yacht
at the dock at the beaches
Don't stop, got nothin but hot releases
A thug by my side cause I need em
Forget any reason I give
He'll stop a nigga from breathin cause he lives for me
Dedicated to Brat only
That sexy smile, personality, my COMPLEXION give a nigga ERECTIONS
Condom in the bra for MY PROTECTION
Tell ya at the end let me get it LaShaun
What's my name?
BRAT!!
And I can fuck all night to the break of dawn
Lookin for me, a thug that's ready to get it on
I'm like em athletic down to sweat
Cause he gotta get it
Cut, split it and wet it, servin me cause he loves to get it
And it tastes so good he'll never forget
Believe me when I spit
It's the part that moves his body (come on)
(Missy Elliott Lil'Mo Chorus x 1)
Move your body, move to the music
Grab somebody, keep it movin
Get up on the dance floor, shake your thang now
Everybody in the club
That's what I'm lookin for
(Da Brat Chorus x 1)
Where my rollie wearin thugs who
claim they don't love you
But anytime you want somethin done they'll do it
That's what I'm lookin for
The ball all night type, frontin, screamin thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
That's what I'm lookin for
(Missy Elliott Lil'Mo Chorus x 1)
(Da Brat Chorus x 1)
(Missy Elliott Lil' Mo Chorus x 1)
(Verse 1)
I am..... quick to pull the trigger quick to pull your card
Hard late for the boulevard
It's Da B to the R A T with the bump
Sendin good vibrations from the trunk to the front
Of your ride (ride) where I live that's what they like (like)
So that's what I give
Somethin for them fools when they crawl and creep
And creep and crawl, it's fa all y'all
Well..........
(Hook)
Who's that makin that funky noise?
It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass
Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey hey (you don't hear me, though)
Who's that makin that funky noise?
It's like that, it's like that, it's Da Brat
Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey
(Verse 2)
Now that Da Brat's in the house yo the house is packed
Guys and girls everywhere with a hump in they back
As I sling my funk like a vodoo moose through the hood
All Fa Y'all cause everything is good
Now..... lay back listen to the phattest
Listen to the baddest rhymin apparatus
At a status you ain't got to check
Cause y'all knows that I definitely gets wrecked
So, uh
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Gotta give thanks to the funk when it's time to pray
With some fine ass dank now it's time to play
That shit from that ghetto ass bitch me be
B to the R A to the T
Just niggas and bitches on every side
Waitin for the chance to get funkdafied
And all they gotta do is learn the words of this anthem
I'll grant them if you can chant them
Like everybody else..
(Hook)
I promise to funk
The whole funk
Nothing but the funk
I promise to funk
The whole funk
I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin' but the funk...Yoooooohoo
Chorus: I be Da B-R-A-T the new lady wit dat shit ya can't fuck wit (say 2x)
Verse 1:
Uh, fool sittin' all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that)
Well let me lift you to the sky
Just climb aboard the B-R-A-T ride
Those with no love I stay about like GOD
Quick to pull ya trigga nigga quick to pull ya card
And it don't stop and it don't quit
In ninety-fo I be the sho shot shit
And in years to come shit ain't gonna change
Sosodef, you know the name of the game
And those that say they don't, nigga bitch please
Cuz, we be known for makin' dem Geeees
Settin them swole, steady going gold
Whateva we release, whateva we unfold
So now you know in ninety-fo who's the shit
And who's got the shit dat you just can't fuck wit
Chorus
Verse 2:
Well yo, I ain't no joke never have never will be
Down your whole block you can feel me
All I do is keep fucking it up
The doper my shit the bigger my come up
Now tell me have you ever heard a female vocalist
Swift like this that kick shit like this?
I don't think so, I don't think you know
No hoe that can flow like I flow
And plus if you like it rough and rugged then you love it
Play it say it day to day you never ever get enough of it (WOOOOOOO)
Ain't I ridiculous its dat bad mamma jamma
Like hammer you can't touch this
(Don't fuck wit) My shit (nor) my click
(Don't even trip) Cuz you bound to get split....Biiitch
Ain't no thang ain't no thang
For me to put it down and make you motherfuckas swang
Bridge: Di di di dah di di di dah di day
All you suckas anxious won't you please come out and play (say 2x)
What you got?
Racks on racks on racks
He got racks on racks on racks
We got racks on racks on raaaaacks
I got I got racks on racks on racks
She got racks on racks on racks
They got racks on racks on racks.
Got campaigne going so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on da phone
Spend money when ya money's long
Real street nigga no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron.
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
If you ain't talkin stacks, what the f*ck I'ma do with that
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
You and me about my money
What's your name...
I got a... flow 60644, tryin to get to my crib
West side chicago, atlanta where I live got a... residence
I'm the undertaker of the... president
... I've been behind that...
My feet go... I could get on, spit on
Hustle hard... three more cars... and envy the whole bar
The next stop is magic
Police... what we got it and show... laughing
'Cause they can do what we do...
I'ma make it make it rain for em and you
... see lady... get you umbrella I'm flood it up...
Chorus:
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
If you ain't talkin stacks, what the f*ck I'ma do with that
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
Oh look out, oh huh come on
What'chu like a whole lot a MY DICK
(Tell me yeah)
What'chu like me on the what?
(What'chu like?)
What'chu like?
(Can you tell me baby?)
All night long
(All night long)
I like 'em brown, yellow
Puerto Rican or Haitian with
Good conversation plenty big faces
It's a must I stay luxurious
Jewelry cut precision like I bust
Been with it since Funkdafied blew up
It's evident shit I can't be touched
Niggas say I'm too much I trust its true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by your big say
Don't look, you do
Shine so bright in the wind you too
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them him, her, and you shit
Frostbit, December Unrestricted
Drop dead, the cost is priceless
Due to the content I suggest you like this
What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
All night long, tell me
What's up? The setting a hot ass club
And you still be sweating me
I don't see nothing wrong with giving a little love
But nigga just let me breathe
Damn you cute as hell so let's switch the digits
Then I got to leave
And you can buy me a couple of drinks
But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed
And I like it when you keep your eyes on me
And I like it when you touch my privacy
And I like it sex and ecstasy
When the belt buckle loosen up undress me
Already juiced up that come naturally
Wax on and off so romantically
No woman can slow dance or throw down like I can
Ask if you curious to know what I like
What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
All night long, tell me
Let me tell you something
Well I start at the top of the list
With my pretty eyes, a cute nose
And these fat ass lips
My medallion zit in the middle of my tits
It's hit after hit
Shit sweet every sit down, to the last drip drop
Watch the hips rock
Color Me Bad tick tock you don't stop
To the thick thighs
Dick rise when I skip by
I ain't surprised
I'm what you like nigga
What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
All night long, tell me
What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow oh how, all night long
Dondria, help me out
This is for life, this is for life
So so def nigger
This is for life, this is for life
This is for life, this is for life
So so def nigger
This is for life
I'm so right yeah I stay on
Lights out bitches, oho my nigger...
With any given day, with any given b
I can guarantee a special delivery
My vocabulary don't consist of the world can
Could have been missed in the game
So I'm about to shit in the game
Make sure you all get it cause I'ma sit in the game
I've been... but even when I was incarcerated
I was dreaming to hear my name, from out the lights in here
Guess who's back... what you like is here
I ain't trying to fight this year, I just wanna get better... mic these year
I just wanna be the one you blame it all
Make a difference in the industry just... all
A lot of haters now facing this pain...
But I ain't fucking with you again beneficial to my problems
Stop lights 4 cop lights, so so def is us
We rock,... don't know what this is
So it's so dark in here, extra hot I know yo all can feel this
So turnt up in this baby I know you see what I mean
I'm talking me and my team
(ft. Jermaine Dupri)
I've got a big booty bitch, Rose bottles popping
I ain't gonna say none, look at me, I make...
Stay watching, stay watching, stay rocking!
This shit right here, should be a crime,
Nigger right here trying to do me,
That will take you a whole lifetime, lifetime!
Them pretty bitches love me, oh!
I'm on my Chris Brown,
south side Shawty made it to L.A. town.
She suck it whole night, all right,
, Hannah, prepare yourself, you're so, so,.
Chorus:
Look at me now, look at me now!
I stay getting paper!
Look at me now, look at me now, yeah!
I'm fresher than the,
Let go!
When I say fresh I don't need to grieve,
Pull it to the flow,
You're missing your girl,
Nigger, come see me, she ride up in my VIP.
Fun, that girl tried to eat me, my money go, than..
Tired of doing that doggie, this bitch she talkin' 'bout teach me.
Man, hold up, look at all that ass!
Anyway, I don't smoke, but if I did,
I guess it's time to puff puff pass
Let's go!
well im feelin like a winner cause im free
i aint gotta walk around as a inmate
and i been off the scene for a minute
but im back in da fat and da fact is im great
couldnt wait for the parole board
to gon gimme a release date
february 28th
now im home on the phone
24 tryna capitalize and get mo dough
SO SO!
im bout to take advantage of every oppurtunity i can
manage and do more damage than i have ever done
im capable of lyrically assasinating a hater i fascinate
em for da hell of it i make it fun
you dont wanna run up on the one thats in the hummer
wit a honey muh fuckas all louisville sluggers
aint noun one of us no suckas (NO)
aint noun one of us no bustahs
all hustlers
yeah how i gotta get it
cause i gotta get it
while the gettin gettin good
lil engine that could
came from the bottom with nothin up out the hood
i aint finna let nothin stop it i wish i would
even though im labeled a criminal ima better individual
look at me now feet on the ground
people around supportive
surround myself with the most important
im fortunate
im scortchin it
and for the record aint nobody better im hotter than
ever and im scortchin this
ecstatic to be recordin this
hypothetically a fanatic when im at it
me and the mic married
like nick and mariah carey
steadily stay ready
heavily going steady
happily ever after
begin a new chapter back at ya
its the B to da R.A.T.
look at it
Chorus:
Look at me now, look at me now!
I stay getting paper!
Look at me now, look at me now, yeah!
I'm fresher than the,
{dice shakin}
Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then it's on
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me
Chorus:
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Verse Two: Left Eye
Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
To the top and it don't stop
Chorus
Verse Three: Da Brat
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
Chorus
Verse Four: Missy
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
Yo, So So (wassup) So Def
Yeah, LT Hutton, uh
And it's the rat-tat-tat y'all, huh
And it's another album, huh
And it's so phat phat phat y'all
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby
When I wake up in the morning (it's you)
When I can't sleep at night (it's you)
When I'm tossin 'n turnin (it's you)
When my body yearnin (it's you)
Yeah, I'm in love like Maxwell
You see me coming, but I just can't help it
My self esteem is even higher when I'm walking wit you
You give me fire and desire like Teena Marie and Rick James do
I don't care, burn up the minutes on the cell
Just turn up the music and feel that it's hard as hell
I get abusive with the flows on 'D?
When I seduce them, they just wanna hold me
Cuz I'm so smooth, and it's real not phony
With a nigga you'll never be lonely
It's beneficial, I'm hot, and since you is, let's do this
It seems I've been shot by cupid
I'm not gonna stop, think not
That's stupid cuz
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby
I'm in luv wit chu more than my car, more than my house
more than the night I keep your name comin out of my mouth
I can't get you off of my mind
Finally found somebody who see's me besides what's on the outside
Fine as Roy Jones, stick 'n movin my bones
Your presence make everything else irrelevant when we close
Turn off the two way, do lay your head on my pillow
And do me baby, the rhythm gonna getcha groovin baby
And we can rock it till the broad daylight
Bodies knockin da boots, destroying property, proping me up to get through
It ain't right how you're feeling on my boo-hoo-hee-tee
It's just you and me, unexplanatory, the way that you adore me
Lord have mercy, somebody gon have to pray for me
You're worthy, my service superb, and on purpose
I swerved it all the way to your heart baby
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby
When I wake up in the morning (it's you)
When I can't sleep at night (it's you)
When I'm tossin 'n turnin (it's you)
When my body yearnin (it's you)
When I wake up in the morning (it's you)
When I can't sleep at night (it's you)
When I'm tossin 'n turnin (it's you)
When my body yearnin (it's you)
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ewww, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby
Yeah, LT Hutton, uh
And it's the rat-tat-tat y'all, huh
And it's another album, huh
You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you
You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah
He, thought I was virgin Mary sweet as a nun
Wanted to marry me with hopes I'd carry his son
Or his daughter the thought I gotta stay out of the parties
Stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody
Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin' but time
Misery loves company but it ain't no friend of mine
I cooked and cleaned like a Hebrew slave, till I got blisters
A modern day Miss Celie, and he was my mister
But I woke up one day, started to get real slick
Called a couple of my friends with a few scenarios
Felt like a dance with the devil, didn't like being happily
Married no more had to go real quick, 'cause it's my time
And I done made up my mind Shawntae gotta leave you behind
And get my dough 'cause half of that's mine
And my drow to help me the daughter sunshine
You thought I wouldn't make it but I'm livin' proof
Do on to others as you'd have motherfuckers do on to you
You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips, own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you
You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah
She, was my ace boon coon in high, we grew up together
You fucked with her I'd fight you, and vice versa
From class to choir rehearsal, totin' the bags
Slangin' them sacks, and beat up all the hood rats
Rolling off with the richest niggas on the block
And bring they whips back, but things changed
When I started to rap, jealousy kicked in
She wouldn't be my friend, she wasn't even lookin' out for me
Then, she didn't even have time to call me on the phone
To say hello so good-bye, good-bye
You'll never get apiece of my love again
Don't try, my love is everlasting like Tony Terry
I'm very territorial and I'm over protective to niggas
I love, 'cause I respect them, but not this heffa
She took things in a different direction
I can't protect her when it's said and done, shit
I am not the one, I need loyal buddies, supportive of me
Roarin' for me, breakin' my trust can get ugly
So please don't mistake my kindness for weakness
Learn it, as I stomp trough the trenches on this tedious journey
I'm so hot my feet burn, and you keep yearnin'
To be a part of my life but you done fucked it up permanently
Now it don't concern me no more
You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips, own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you
You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah
Sena I thought that I was the one
Sena I thought, you thought that I was the one
Thought I was the one
Thought I was the one, yeah
You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips
Own chips, own crib and I don't need this shit here
You thought I was the one, to be dependin' on you
I'm a independent woman, I'm sorry homie that you
You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises
That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won't 'cause
You thought I was the one, but you been proven false
Niggas always watchin me (funky!)
But I want em to keep on watchin me
I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)
I always feel like
Somebody's watchin me, watchin me
Could it be the way I'm still tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
The, whole world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe
Rock harder than the one from So-So
I never go broke broke
I keep comin with the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag
Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?
In fact, I knew how
Watch when I back the Coupe out
Can niggas just troop out
The same way they do when I show you Brat
With a little bit of boobs out
And her big ass protrude out
Get the news out
Some of you bitches lose out
When the sexiness ooze out
Like orgasms, I'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a bitch
Cause I be stayin rich
I ain't quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin
Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em
And make em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to side
Forever im high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired
To get that paper, baby
If y'all wanna see me, see me
Im give y'all somethin to look look at
Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
See you when I shine, I glow, glow
From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4
And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me
Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you
Some of the ones run
I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I come come
It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat
Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em
And make em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to side
Forever im high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired
To get that paper, baby
I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that
The bass dont thump, the snare don't clap
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya slap
I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
Test it loud for the low kickin', slow and fast
Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still smoke a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
And ya head out ya ass
And keep ya nose out my buisness
And I mean it, goddammit, 'cause I'm fiddinta get MAD
I put em in the trash bag
Twist, tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday
I kick em in they raggely ass
Take money from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it ain't fair
But I swim with alligators and I wrestle with bears
Throw ya hands in the air
You can find me in a cloud of smoke
Usually I'm posted up in the corner with my folks
Surrounded by thugs and models
Everybody getting fucked up and we all gotta bottle
Ain't nobody stuck up 'cuz we all wanna holla
We all wanna party till tomorrow
Let's follow the yellow red road to my humble of bowl
Trip over the ninety way, take off all of our clothes
Kiss most of me right away because I'm about to explode
And if you don't know, know you know
Nigga I'm sickening and I never get with
When I retire I'll be crushed up like a old battle ship
I'ma put the dip in your hip from right to left
It's that ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so def
It could get drastic, don't fuck around and get your ass kicked
'Cuz I have never been faithfully up lasted
I'ma 'bout to bust all you motherfuckaz, just a little
Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up, just a little
Where the party at, I'm tipsy nigga, just a little
When it comes to the doe I'm filthy, nigga, just a little
Can I get in and rock it? Just a little
Can I get this dirty money legit? Just a little
Can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty?Just a little
Just get down to the nitty, griddy, gushy, wushy, sticky, icky
Yo, in the club, in the heat in the V.I.P.
Sippin' on bub, lighten up a tree
It's tight enough the place for me, so I tight on doves?
Security, you still had to squeeze
Niggaz love chokin' on doves [Incomprehensible] wit me
Smokin' on my chronic 'cuz it's straight from Cali
If I'm provoking you, do do 'cuz I gotta do weed
Stay focused on the doe wit my family
I need to live all good, I need to sleep all good
I need to know who the niggaz in my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
So shit if anything happens, if somethin' go down
I'm gettin' ready for the motherfuckin' show down
And ain't no tellin' what I do 'cuz I know more now
I just might turn it ovea to my crew and roll out
'Cuz I'ma kool bitch breeze through the bullshit
Be eazy 'cuz I keep me focused
I'ma 'bout to bust all you motherfuckaz, just a little
Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up, just a little
Where the party at, I'm tipsy nigga, just a little
When it comes to the doe I'm filthy, nigga, just a little
Can I get in and rock it? Just a little
Can I get this dirty money legit? Just a little
Can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty? Just a little
Just get down to the nitty, griddy, gushy, wushy, sticky, icky
If you want drama, I'm from the shock coma Illinoi
Going wit the documentary on my boys
Some of them cold killaz
Doe killaz murda their babysitter
Gold realistic do whatevea for their li'l sista
Four G's, folks low [Incomprehensible] oh, please
No matter what city I'm in, I get what I need
Niggaz think that they love me 'cuz I'm the B to the R A T
Every second is appropriate for me to bust and discuss
Whatever the fuck, I wanna bring up and string up
My A F one laces would you niggeaz stay out of our faces
My team winning like the L.A. Lakers, my cron peepz
Spinning on a navigator when I stop niggaz there, they can't take it
It took my moma nine months to make, it ain't no mistaken
I'ma 'bout to bust all you motherfuckaz, just a little
Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up, just a little
Where the party at, I'm tipsy nigga, just a little
When it comes to the doe I'm filthy, nigga, just a little
Can I get in and rock it? Just a little
Can I get this dirty money legit? Just a little
Can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty? Just a little
(Ft. Jadakiss & Brandon Hines)
Chorus:
I'm just trying to get, get it, don't worry about me,
Need to take a look at yourself!
I'm just trying to get it, get, no time to play around,
Take this shit somewhere else!
What I do, what I do..
You should know about now that life is unpredictable,
I'm unforgettable like Nat King Cole.
I'm fuckable with, unknown,
,as Al Capone, ..when I'm in my zone,
When I .. these verses,
I'm a homicidal American idol with a purpose,
..I'm worthless , ,
Ain't nobody here in my life,
Nobody out here give me fright,
,get me life, toasted up to the most high,
Broke a lot of records, broke a lot of best sellers,
But I do shit, that you,
I'm the shit that you smell it, form the ,
Made it over, been made over,
Been all over around the world, been laid over,
My complaining days over,
I don't take none for granted,
..if you ever doubt it,
Show your face when I'm rocking the crowd.
.. I put it down!
I gotta get it high cause I gotta get it good.
Chorus:
I'm just trying to get, get it, don't worry about me,
Need to take a look at yourself!
I'm just trying to get it, get, no time to play around,
Take this shit somewhere else!
This is about money and wedding,
I'm just trying to get it,
They got me going hard and the pain on my,
The voice is unique, but the flow is so exquisite,
It's one thing to talk it, it's another thing to live it!
You may listen, this game play switching,
I hit the block and the, with the same ambition,
I bought that house, I drove that car,
My financial future is controlled by moi
I'll be VIP in the club that you,
The only question I ask is what you worry about,
You can get your own style, don't worry about what I sign for,
Reason you ain't got none now, you need to ground more,
You can take the look at yourself, maybe you find more,
The impact I made on the game is stronger than,
Yeah, dedicated and committed, don't stop, never quit it,
I'm just trying to get it!
Chorus: (x2)
I'm just trying to get, get it, don't worry about me,
Need to take a look at yourself!
I'm just trying to get it, get, no time to play around,
Take this shit somewhere else!
Chuch
If you see me when I come around
(That's chuch)
Breakin' all these hoes down
(That's chuch)
Got the Cadillacs and Bentleys
(That's chuch)
Got money to the ceiling, y'all
(That's chuch)
Everywhere I go they scream
(That's chuch)
Everybody, say it, now
(That's chuch)
I come through stompin' in my big black boots
I keep 'em jumpin', jumpin', stayin' funky, funky for you
Whether Prada, Gucci, Versace
My coochie draped in Le Perla, watches like Liberace
From my head to my stockings
I promise to rock this and keep it poppin'
Ain't no stoppin' me, naw 'cuz I'm on fire like a cigarette
Get higher when the beat quick we stick
Shittin' on niggas to heeze on 'em just to eat quick
Recently, I've been eliminating heathens and hypocrites
When they see me on the streets in a screaming whip
It's hard to not hate so don't even trip 'cuz I'm chuch
If you see me when I come around
(That's chuch)
Breakin' all these hoes down
(That's chuch)
Got the Cadillacs and Bentleys
(That's chuch)
Got money to the ceiling, y'all
(That's chuch)
Everywhere I go they scream
(That's chuch)
Everybody, say it, now
(That's chuch)
I'm chuch, I'm smokin', I'm sharp, I'm hot
I'm sexy, I'm bangin', I'm sickening, I rock
I'm the hottest, a hard act to follow
Never bite off more than I can chew up, I might swallow
If you got a problem, holla at me tomorrow
'Cuz I'm too busy bein' the leader you follow
Nigga, I'm cold blooded in a mustard colored Ferrari
Somebody sure love me
I hit that nigga banker, count up that ugly shit I ain't buyin'
That's chuch, whatever work for you
I'm so tough that I just lay all my coo
I'm too much that I only give a little to you
And show you how these niggas up in Chi-town do
If you see me when I come around
(That's chuch)
Breakin' all these hoes down
(That's chuch)
Got the Cadillacs and Bentleys
(That's chuch)
Got money to the ceiling, y'all
(That's chuch)
Everywhere I go they scream
(That's chuch)
Everybody, say it now
(That's chuch)
Like Caddies and furs
(Chuch)
House in the suburbs
(Chuch)
Big ass rings and chains
(Chuch)
Big trucks sittin' on thangs
(Chuch)
Diamonds and jewels
(Chuch)
Shining down on you fools is
(Chuch)
Rhyming the way I do that's
(Chuch)
Blindin' 'em when I come through
(Chuch)
Bling, bling that's right, everything Da Brat-tat-tat do
You could identify that as chuch, not church
That don't mean to da flo, that's chuch
When you got the muthafucking hat to match
Nigga, that's chuch
If you see me when I come around
(That's chuch)
Breakin' all these hoes down
(That's chuch)
Got the Cadillacs and Bentleys
(That's chuch)
Got money to the ceiling, y'all
(That's chuch)
Everywhere I go they scream
(That's chuch)
Everybody, say it now
If you see me when I come around
(That's chuch)
Breakin' all these hoes down
(That's chuch)
Got the Cadillacs and Bentleys
(That's chuch)
Got money to the ceiling, y'all
(That's chuch)
Everywhere I go they scream
(That's chuch)
Everybody, say it now
I come through stompin' in my big black boots
I keep 'em jumpin', jumpin', stayin' funky, funky for you
Whether Prada, Gucci, Versacci, my coochie drain in La Pera
Got watches like Liberacci, from my head to my stockings
I promise to rock this and keep it poppin'
Ain't no stoppin me, naw 'cuz I'm on fire like a cigarette
Get higher when the beat, quick, nigga, we hit
Shittin' on niggas to heeze on 'em just to eat quick
Recently, I've been eliminating haters hippocrits
When they see on the street with the screaming whip
It's hard to not hate, so don't even trip 'cuz I'm Chuch
If you see me when I come around, that's Chuch
Breakin' all these hoes down, that's Chuch
Got Cadillacs and Bentlys, ahh, that's Chuch
Got money to the ceiling ya'll, that's Chuch
Everywhere I go they scream, that's Chuch
Everybody say it now, that's Chuch
I'm Chuch, I'm smokin', I'm sharp, I'm hot
I'm sexy, I'm bangin', I'm sickening, I rock
I'm the hottest a hard act to follow
Never bite off more than I can chew up and swallow
If you got a problem, holla at me tomorrow
'Cuz I'm too busy bein' the leader you follow
Nigga, I'm cold blooded in a mustard color Ferrari
Somebody show love me, I hope a nigga won't come out ugly shit
I ain't buyin' 'em, that's Chuch, whatever work for you
I'm so tough that I just lay all my coo
I'm so much that I only give a little to you
And show you how these niggas up in Chi town do
If you see me when I come around, that's Chuch
Breakin' all these hoes down, that's Chuch
Got Cadillacs and Bentlys, ahh, that's Chuch
Got money to the ceiling ya'll, that's Chuch
Everywhere I go they scream, that's Chuch
Everybody say it now, that's Chuch
Like catties and furs, Chuch
House in the suburbs, Chuch
Big ass rings and chains, Chuch
Big trucks sittin' on thangs, Chuch
Daimonds and jewels, Chuch
Shining down on you fools is Chuch
Rhyming the way I do, that's Chuch
Blindin' 'em when I come through, Chuch
Bling, bling, that's right
Everything Da Brat tat tat do
You could identify that as Chuch not church
That don't mean to da flo, that's Chuch
When you got the muthafucking hat to match, nigga, that's Chuch
[Incomprehensible]
If you see me when I come around, that's Chuch
Breakin' all these hoes down, that's Chuch
Got Cadillacs and Bentlys, ahh, that's Chuch
Got money to the ceiling ya'll, that's Chuch
Everywhere I go they scream, that's Chuch
Everybody say it now, that's Chuch
If you see me when I come around, that's Chuch
Breakin' all these hoes down, that's Chuch
Got Cadillacs and Bentlys, ahh, that's Chuch
Got money to the ceiling ya'll, that's Chuch
Everywhere I go they scream, that's Chuch
Boom! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Boom! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Boom! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Boom! Oh yeah
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I, I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
Bitch! I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
And I'd do it again
When I first saw your man he was really fine
And you was getting a little irritated that I was looking
Like you knew what was on my mind
(Fuck you)
You're not secure, it's written all over your face
You thought it wouldn't last
Top kitty in place
You see me as an obstacle
Staying away much as possible
It's mandatory that I command the attention of your man eye
Not to mention he can't help it because I'm fly
The plan is, I stroll by
Big bubble Chanel shades with diamond tips
Get up close and personal
Seduce with my lips
I ain't gotta say shit
He felling me and you all bent outta shape
'Cuz I'm about to take who you with
Keep crunk
The run in my blood make a nigga jump jump
His body was banging, his teeth was pearly white
He had those strong keen features like Mario Van Peebles
His check bones was chiseled, his smile made me sizzle
His cologne had me sniffen' him from all the way home
I wanna smell this nigga and I this nigga to smell me
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I, I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
Bitch! I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
And I'd do it again
So the night went on
We keep it in each other sides
He kept coming around me just to see my behind
I was being so flirtatious with the body language
I was so anxious to make those arrangements
Tangle him up in the sheets
Transaction about to happen anytime that we meet
I put one foot in front of the other
Stopped to look in back of my nameplate in the mirror
Gotta make sure my lipstick is straight and not smeared
It's clear he wants me severely
So I slide over up to his ear and whispered it gently
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
You on the other hand nowhere to be found
Told you he was going to pee
But he came to find me
He felt you standing around
I'm a fuck him
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I, I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
Bitch! I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
And I'd do it again
You came to the bathroom
And guess what you saw
You saw my big brown tittles popping outta my bra
With his mouth on my nipple like a suction cup
I was wrapped around him like an octopus
He was rubbing me down so I couldn't get up
I know you hate me now but I don't give a fuck
If he was yours like you said he was
His dick wouldn't have got so hard when I gave him is first hook
Ever since then he be loving on me diligently
Being all I need a nigga to be
He got me crawling the walls
I never been so quick to come up outta my drawers
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I, I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
Bitch! I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
And I'd do it again
You damn motherfucking right
I fucked that nigga
And I'm a fuck him again
Over and over again
Diligently bitch!
You know why I fucks with him and he fucks with me
'Cuz I'm fly
Don't me mad that I caught you man's eye
I'm the B to R A T once again from Chi
And it ain't no lie 'cuz I fucked him
I fucked your man
And I'd do it again
I'm still fucking your man
Let 'em know the funk bandit's back
With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat
The funk-keeper
Competition's sweet but known for makin' speak
Cause bleed smokin haloweed
Givin' You what 'cha need
Indeed I'm nice
Jewelery full of ice
The industry ain't been the same
since I came to sprinkle my spice
Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted
Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around
in the west-side district
Get it twisted
If you wanna choose your destiny
Leave all that simple shit at home
And bring your fuckin' best to me
Cause right here playtime stops
Okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops
See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge
And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far
Repitoire full of wicked shit
Lay back kick a shit
All the right shit to give a nigga a hit
If you let's nuthing hold you back
And your limit is the sky
Throw your hands in the air and let's all get high
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound
Repeat 1x
KRAYZIE BONE:
Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together
Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke
Take it slow, We smoking junk
Cause you rolling wit moe
We having a celebration
We doing this all night if you wanna get away
You can play em other times
And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way
We have you thugging where the thug lately? We Krayzie
But niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-ay
So if you get out. Better get with this crowd
I bet you wanna get weeded
Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland
Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending
Now can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo Thugs
My squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alright
So come around everybody party down get down
And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that hydro
My nigga thugsta come and give me some love
Can somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from the
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
We could all get high, get high
The shit we keep we got you hypnotized
Ain't nobody dealin' with me
My nigga J can get his smoke on man
Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad
DA BRAT:
Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action
Certified platinum slashin' bastards
Draw shit faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like me
I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see
These synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps
Get deeper than any bitch
Watch me and yo' nigga creep
Sky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro
Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow
We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with
Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spend
You better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' business
Or get that ass put in the witness protection program
Till I'm finished, diminished
Your entourage is my level
Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil
Pushin' custom drop-tops
Keep Segante' in the glove box
Puffin' with crooked cops
And can't nuthing hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop
KRAYZIE BONE:
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly
We could all get high, get high
The shit we keep we got you hypnotized
Ain't nobody dealin' with me
My nigga J can get his smoke on man
Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad
to the beat beat and ya dont quit shit
Before the sun shines the rain falls
Applause the encore
Havent you heard of a bitch who can open like pores
Pop a nigga like a pimple keep it simple enough
Make em wonder what the fuck happened leavin em stuffed
Get that ass kicked fast quick in a hurry
You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that i was comin'
Used to laugh when i had a demo
But since the big stretch lex limo
You aint got no moe jokes
Ya wanna come on and go wit me
To my place hate to hurt ya feelings sexual healin aint the case
Laced the tracks like angle dust
Thus fuckin wit us is deadly
Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasnt ready
Stay bregheted up, platinum plus
Nubians E three four chrome's 18's three piece B B S treat seat's
And y'all shall find riches it's mad bitches gettin dough
I'll die for I go broke just a lil moe
CHORUS
Just a lil bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil bit more will ease my mind
Repeat 2x
Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect
I live to party all night
And love to have sex
Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low
Make a good piece of cheese but could use some more
Who got a lighter bout to blaze up its tucked in tight
I let the ventilation slide sensation between the windpipe
Ignite it up try to bite my style too tought
Its too much , too lil, too late for you to come up
Be decieved of ya wanna be foolish this bad mandate bitch is
true to the shit,envoke the spirits like the craft's
Serve the niggas half the stash in case the cash get low
The bastard know
Fuck over the dough and die
Pick yo casket if you feel that you gone try some shit
no nigga ever lasted past the first attempt
I leave em baffled and gaffle em for all of they keys
Then dispence to my niggas like Sony distributing LP'S
CHORUS
Repeat 1x
to the tic toc and ya dont stop
to the beat beat and ya dont quit
Repeat 3x
a lil moe bitch
a lil moe nigga
a lil moe baby
That'll ease your mutha-phuckin' mind...
Yeah
A classic story be told,
Carmen a hip hopera watch the drama unfold
The tragic tale of a girl
Tryin' to capture the gold
With a free spirit, brothers strady tryin' to hold
What would you do for love? (uh huh)
Is the cost too much?
Or the object of your desire you're tryin' to touch
Sometimes beauty it best observed from a far
[Jermaine Dupri]
Ah, Remix
All I see over here ain't nothin' but a lot of honies lookin' for man
And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand
And short shirts, honies tryin' to show that slow (show that)
Lined up tryin' to get through the velvet ropes
'Cause over here when the jam drops everybody bug
Standin' on the couches like this our club
Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too (yeah)
Knowin' in the morning I'm a feel the blues (uh huh)
Now the jam keeps droppin' and the drinks keep comin'
and the girls keep talkin' to me (talkin' to you)
I mean shit straight poppin' everybody jumpin'
Makin' it hard for me to leave (oh)
[Da Brat]
All you gotta do is call me
and I'll come runnin' to where the party at
I keep a fat sack in the backpack
So what's happenin'?
In every city I'm rappin' in
If it's a after splash I'm the last cat in
Get in, purrin' tight like virgin
Like snow, flurrin'
The party begins when the slurpin' ends (oh)
You do me I do you
Spend a night with boo-boo
Let's have a private party for two
But it's gotta be pumpin' in order for me to get cream
Runnin' to the border for Colombian's green
Studyin' horniculture
My green thumb keeps them water vapors twistin'
I freak until I cum
I keeps it number one
[Jagged Edge]
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Yo, yo R.O.C.)
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
If the party's where you're at, just let me know
[R.O.C.]
Uh, uh
Now here we go, how 'bout another shot of henney?
I heard the apple martini happen to help plenty
Mami ven aqui, the party's over here!!
But the hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here!!
Get wit' us (why?)
We true ballers like the Sixers
We all hoppin' out of sixes
Mines is black, Jermaine's is champagne
Jagged Edge in the blue, black and pearl white and gray
What a sight to be seen (uh)
So So Def's the crew I thought you knew
It's a beautiful thing (so beautiful)
I mean there's nothin' like us it's true
The sun could retire if the rocks we got get any brighter
WHOA!!
Once the man and the game that I kick begins
My nickname is ESPN
Now if ya jewels is blue and ya goose is gray
Mix in the O.J. and let's party away
[Jagged Edge]
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
If the party's where you're at, just let me know
[Nelly]
Show me where the party at dirty, someone with me
Strike there about one thirty, never get there too early
Commin’ as is (eh), do-rags and ten’s
I’m rollin’ fas is (eh), this little jagged benz
With the Rolls not the one wit the stim, the one with the rims
The one that seems to make more enemy’s than friends
I’m slidin’ in past those, fo’ eyes closed,
mo’ on Rolls, folk charms rolled
With the S-O, S-O, D-E dot F
Buyin’ bottles & bottles til there ain’t nothin’ left
I’m quick to go left, I blaze with no refs
My jazzmode an def baby show me the clubs
I’m like…aye where the Bacardi at
Mix it with the Cris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P’s twisted
Down right stiffed it
Two way shit, boo it make like you missed it
[Jagged Edge]
Left side just put your hands up, throw ‘em up
Right side just put your hands up, throw ‘em up
Everybody put your hands up, just throw ‘em
When the beat comes back around, everyone do it again
Do the east side run this mother for ya? (Hell yeah)
Do my south side run this mother for ya? (Hell yeah)
And them hater’s ain’t hittin on, ain’t talking about
And they look like, if the party's where youre at let me hear you say
[Lil' Bow Wow]
O-H-I-O
Yo, this lil' cat got girls
Cat got flows, roll up in the party, snuck in the back door
I don't mean no harm, I just heard it was rockin'
Let me party witcha 'til the cops come knockin'
I'm tryin' to see what all the fuss about
Bounce a little bit before they put me out
I'm like the sun - this lil' cat got beam
Got girls 21 wishin' they was 14 (haha)
That's the affect that this phenom
Bow Weezy
When I do it I do it like it's for TV
They might come close but you and I both know they can't see me
I'm a So So Def representative
Young niggas in the game they was born to live
And we do what we do, we don't talk no smack
And we always know where the party at, bling (bling bling)
[Jagged Edge]
Ay, where the party at? (Tell 'em)
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? (J.E. y'all)
Models and models, talkin' all of that
Know I can't forget about my thugs (C'mon)
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls (Yeah)
(Where the party at?)
Up in the club (Uh, yo)
(Where the party at?) (Tigah)
If they party's where you're at, let me here you say
[Tigah]
Man I rip flows, get dough everytime I rip shows
Rip hoes, when we mash out in Chevy's and fours
Niggas know they ain't heard it like this before
Whenever we pull up on the strip they like "Oh!!!"
Chickens know me, hundred dollar mac and shorts
Tank tops and Polies
If it's 'bout cash, I'm gas chick, I'm on E
On e'rything
Me and Jagged, everytime we hit the club
This nigga's off the chain!!!
You can believe that
And if you don't, come on down here where you can see that
Anything you wanna be, best believe I be's that (oh)
Where the G's at?
Where the keys at?
Where the 22's on them SUV's at?
Gotta have that from the do'
And gotta get me some mo'
Man you think I'm goin' on a groupie, no
Spot me with a fifth in the velvet room
Crown Royale while J.E. spit this velvet tune
It's over (over)
Yeah
A classic story be told,
Carmen a hip hopera watch the drama unfold
The tragic tale of a girl
Tryin' to capture the gold
With a free spirit, brothers strady tryin' to hold
What would you do for love? (uh huh)
Is the cost too much?
Or the object of your desire you're tryin' to touch
Sometimes beauty it best observed from a far
Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
Is that like flossin' shit?
You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him
Bounce to this, come on
1 - Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
(That's what I'm looking for)
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
(That's what I'm looking for)
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done, they do it
(That's what I'm looking for)
The ball all night type
Frontin', screaming, thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
(That's what I'm looking for)
Uh I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit it from behind
We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me So
So Def is the way that I flow
Made to blow, pave the road
Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't trust
Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
They follow me when I drivin' the Range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the ball all night type
I like it every minute when he charmin' me
Repeat 1
Stretch out your arms
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
When we stepping in the door we killing ‘em
Let the heads know we ain't feeling them
Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat
And make million dollar deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for Brat
And just chill for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out nigga need big clout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer when he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair
Repeat 1
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch?
I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
Not possible to succeed.
Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
Gimme more cheddar than Ellie,
No Hillbilly from Beverly
Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R
You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall
I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
Peep the Cars I'm in.
Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends
If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense
Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
Unloaded at the end of the story,
I'm on top of the world, nigga...
CHORUS:
Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a blunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you won't.
Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby
Go head baby.
Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP
It's the number one contender
So So Def memeber known as Brat
Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that
Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me
Nigga's hopin we fall off
But we won't, we don't.
All we do is keep fuckin it up.
While all you do is keep lookin at us.
Known evidence is that I dispense hits
And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers dense
One of the baddest bitches on the planet.
Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.
You can run, but you can't hide
From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side
Hit em up.
I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich
Hung in your pants
Hotness from your bull-shit
And it's written all over your face
You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...
CHORUS
Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve
Then that silly rabbit
All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it
Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point,
one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower,
The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see
Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff
Only Triangles dangle when I bust.
You see, niggas round town called this and that,
Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.
Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold,
30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm...
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
If ya thirsty I could possibly slide down your throat
If you work may let's say we skip the foreplay
Picture me kicking in the doorway to set off the storey
Negligee hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks
Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop
'Cuz it's twice as nice when it's frosted up
Sweetness like this could never cost enough
With a so, so twist, try this stuff
Mouth watering love succulent to all taste buds
Must of been us you was dreaming of the crush
I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the lust
Then jiggle the lemons a little so they feel to touch
Cream to us say nothing to us scared
Premium pink stuff and swing with us sweetened it up
To it make you wanna say, "Ooh its cool"
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
I'm weighed in at one tree five a big gulp size
Seven eleven can't satisfy your appetite all night
JD and I planned it to be dickable so it's alright
You can come and escapade in my escalade
Lay me flat on my back and slurp away
I get action in a Bentley with no brains
Just pure satisfaction cracking with no cain
I came for the thrill of it I ain't looking for real love
Just the feel of it
After just one taste you still bugging
Da black cat make you wanna handle business
Until the pleasure principle kick it
If you hit this I'll make you tell your wife and your mistress
To leave town 'cuz they been evicted
Hit up a record store pick up Brat and get addicted
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
A thirst quenching mouth watering concoction
Your only option drink to ya pink why stop it
One think its refreshing isn't it the best when you sipping it
Heaven sake honey buns built for dipping in
Money come quicker than a two minute brother
That concentrate on stiffin' when he love it
Stick when too dry so keep stirring
It still be the sweet even if it turn syrup
Hurry up and get a cup full cop fills and get' cha cap peeled back
Rash a little rat first smash went classic
Even with my homies help on the west you wack
Sincerely Brat where my girls at
We stick together in the rain
Batches of pink lemonade bringing da pain
Any day and every minute make you wanna get up in it
'Cuz it's just that cool
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
In my pink lemonade
Cool, refreshing cool
(Ooh, ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar, baby
That I shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh
That I should cuss and shit, huh
That I shouldn't do the shit I wanna do
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I don't give a fuck about what these niggas think
That's they beliefs, here go mine
I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean
Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes?
Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny
Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me
One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible
Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch
It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer
You could never be no competition to me
You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit
Show you how it happened
While we laughin', diggin' your ditch
And you can get your boys
I got Disciples and ViceLords
Planted through every city ready, declare war
If you feel I stepped on your toes
It was intentionally
Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD
My lyrical thesis broke in pieces
For you pussies who can't feed off it
Everything'll be fine, just hit the weed often
Chorus: repeat 2X
I believe good things come to those that grind
Never take a step back, leave the past behind
Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin'
And everything'll be fine, everything'll be fine
It's time to let your lighter spark
Crank up the weed session
With one of the best in the Midwestern section
Flexin' with no shame
Cause a mi solo female MC's be back in the game
Sun up to sun down I puff leaves
Filled with imported trees from the West Indies
Chi-town's finest in more ways than one
Me follow in the path of another, days is done
See I got mic checkin' down to a science
Meanin' I perfected the ways
To shit on you and your alliance
I write the type of shit that'll hypnotize ya
Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser
In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas
Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus
Can't nothin' handle this
They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down
Shit, cause my beliefs is I'm the baddest around, bitch
Chorus
Now it's the shit, you wanna contest me
Never will you be the opponent left
Leave'em swept off they feet
So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief
Under the covers ain't another bitch bad as me
So I must keep comin'
Keep on runnin' but you can't escape me
I'm in your brain
Remember the bitch you love to hate
She on the paper chase
In any case, but not any rate
Keep the currency's increase, shit ain't cheap
And my belief is to get the money, nigga
So what's the beef to this?
Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G's
Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack
The weak supportin' my habits
Enough karats for the whole salad
Smokin' cabbage every five minutes
Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes
I never listen to penny pinchin'
Pussy eatin' punks advice
To catch'em slippin' is my theory
Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak
And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches
Come here Let me motivate you
To the point you can't enunciate my name
I'll have you speaking in another language
Not even a foreigner could interpretate
Since you've been patient
We Ain't got to hesitate
I ain't gon keep you waiting
When I show my appreciation
Got some sensation kno to sit it on your plate
I got pop bra, drop draws
I took it all off
So once I bust Lake Michigan I can crawl on
I gotta lot of thug in me
It's cockiness
Now I gotta lot of thug in me
With his cock in this huggin me
Telling me he feelin like he finna fall in love with me
Telling me that I'm the one and everything so right
That he wanna be stuck with me
My occupation is to motivate him and cultivate his
Mind frame to my time frame
All thru the night to the early
I'm gonna ride him like I'm in the Kentucky derby
Hope you ready to work me
Go go go
Let me motivate you
To the point you can't enunciate my name
I had you speaking in another language
Not a foreign could interpretate
Since you've been patient
Ain't got to hesitate
I won't keep you waiting
I show you my appreciation
Got some sensation
... I got pop... I can crawl on
I got a lot of... is cockiness
I got a lot... wait is cockiness
Tell me he had fall in love with me
Tell me that I am the one and everything
He wants to be stuck with me...
You can't stop it
Music still playing in the background
You are almost there
You can do it I believe in you baby
So cloze from here
Baby I am gonna be your motivation
Go go go
Go go go
Girl I turn that thing into a rain forest
Rain I=on my hair call it brain storm
This is deep I go deeper...
I like to taste that sugar that sweet low
But hold on wait new position
... do the dishes she is my motivation my transportation
Cause I let her ride,
You can't stop it
Music still playing in the background
You are almost there
You can do it I believe in you baby
So cloze from here
Baby I am gonna be your motivation
Go go go
Olication
Go go go
Whatever when you call my name
No other can do that the same
I... at you get it... game
So go lover gonna me me rain
And when we are done
Feel my life
When we are done
I wanna feel your hands all over me
You can't stop it
Music still playing in the background
You are almost there
You can do it I believe in you baby
So cloze from here
Baby I am gonna be your motivation
Go go go
[Da Brat]
Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands
To the niggas in the back clap your hands
And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance
So get your ass up out your seats
And get down to the sounds of the B R A T
Now me I be she with the funk
Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk
Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect
Its like asthma motherfuckers gasping for breath
Cuz I'm def so so very its scary
Never teary and what I kick is necessary
Cuz bullshit irritates the ear
That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear
Don't worry cuz everything is fine
Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind
Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
I'll make you neck snap back
[Da Brat]
My shit is what the niggas like
Gangsta as funk is all we write
Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk
And you shit ain't shit if your shit don't bump
Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get
When you fuckin' with dat shit from a so def bitch
I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see
Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy
Its me that Brat so ease on back
And let me slide on up to the top of the stack
Fron the westside def side is my crew
Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo
My shit fly shit why should I get
Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches
Its just me myself my blunts and my click
Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit...oh yea
Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
I'll make you neck snap back
[Da Brat]
Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering
To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been
Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics
Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics
I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days
Fucked up by the ways
I play shit complicated but basic
I ain't nothing to fuck with and you gotsta face it
You can't trace cuz ain't no outline you can't out rhyme
You can't route yours like I route mine
Energetical funkadelical made for the radio
Cuz stereo where ever I let it though its on on
To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome
Don't worry cuz everything is fine
I'm fired up and you done lost your mind
Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
I'll make you neck snap back
- then chorus without JD and Brat
- then chorus without Man and Brat
- then chorus without Man and JD
- then chorus without Man and Brat
(Verse 1)
Now back from the 6-o-6-4-4 full of indo
Untypical is that bad ass ho
B to the R to the A to the T
Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me
The city of C-H-I is where I'm from
The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is Da Brat and ain't a damn thing soft
About me, no doubt the B-R-A-T
Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's
So funkdafied who can be this lady
Brat westside bustin like a 380
From the top of my head to the sole of my feet
Broke down smoked out locced out is she
That bitch that'll hit ya get ya
And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha
(Hook)
Fall into the groove of the waxin
Let my music take you high-e-i
Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side
(Repeat)
(Verse 2)
A real fresh voice over top of low frequency
Is the chain like connection between you and me
Why? Cause I got that bump de de bump
And baby you got them humps in your trunk
So it's on (Shit)
Lay back nigga we fin to ride
I gotta get high I gotta get mine
Baptized all up in this funky shit
Fired up is that bitch that you just can't with
I got what you need do you wanna fly?
This is your brain on drugs and I
Have been captured taken over by
The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high
It's like fire locked in my bones
Get smoked the fuck out it's the funk bring it on (oh yeah)
And that's how I hit ya
And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Hypnotized by a motherfucker puttin it down
It's Da Brat watch your back when I'm in your town
Cause I gotta be funky I gotta be me
I gotta be that same bitch from the streets
A woman of my clad
Commin up with the motherfucking funk so I know my track
Right, can you feel it do you hear what I hear
Nothin but the funk bumpin up in your ear
Double S-O definitely
So locced out that it's just so s-o crazy
Brat on that ass fallin back once more
Getting filled on full with that shit from the ghetto
You better ask somebody if you don't know
I'm from Chicago and you can't fade this ho
And that's how I get ya
And when you bumpin up my shit nigga take the funk wit 'cha
This that sit, that sosodef shit, check it
One to the Two, it ain't a thing for da brat to give it to you
Three to the Four in ninety-six Brat hit your ass with a whole lot more
Verse 1:
Ay, when I step inside your party yo I turn dat bitch out
Let em know what i'm about this is my fuckin' house
The uncompatible, capital B eyes stay chinky
>From da green inhaled into my body
All spot lookers kill ya search cuz this block on lock
And plus dem little bitches you got don't want no work
Not even to come in contact with
Its ritual to da death that we don't tolerate no wack shit and thats it
All da way crunk half drunk off da remi
Makin' niggas jump speakers pump is all dats in me
Spittin' shit like a semi-auto don't never stop getting cheese
Is da motto you's follow drinking straight from da bottle
Attitude is shitty very inqwery kitty holdin' down the windy city
West side thats right I ain't got no time for joy jappin'
Test me and watch me make something happen
Chorus: Das right....umhmm, Brat make it happen....
Well....umhmm, I like that, well make it happen...hey
Verse 2:
Uh, she was the one to make it happen when dat bitch went platinum
Ain't nothing average about the magic between me and da mike and da actin'
When asking a question who put it to the test check the record
Hit top hottest rap and r&b; single July second
In ninety-four you flew the funk in, ninety-six back again
Committed some moe sinnin' fuckin' up most men and women
The bad seed with mad weed follow no fuckin' leader
True believer in da factor can't no motherfucka beat her
Keep ya feet up Brat bout to sweep up, niggas can leap up
And creep up still stay beneath her
Cuz she bust and what to death discuss they between us
Take precaution prepare to bite da dust and just take dat shit as a lost
Collect billboard and soul train awards from my trouble
Crappin' you motherfuckas out and coming back for double
Nice on da dice sippin on Hen and ice da time is right
Seven eleven on the first go round with funkdafied I made it happen bitch
[Man Talking]
They can only leave to live
the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic
Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics
I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash
I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary
Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary
Give me the mic and watch me slay
Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off ?
Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged
Pathetically in front of me I suppress
I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly
[Da Brat]
In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it
This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit
Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas
With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures
A high rank nigga shop squat taker
Maker of some hot shit lose
Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose
Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch
Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say I'm just too much
consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka
Private chopper live and die hip hopper
With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up
And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit I'm tryna pack and stack shit
To continue to make phat shit
Chorus:
"And niggas know..the lyrical molestin is takin place" -> Biggie
And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe
To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin'
Competitions a must everytime I bust (repeat 2X)
[Da Brat]
I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often
Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften
Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily
Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady
Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics
Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats
To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll
the swish and burn it slow cats me know
Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus
Once I was the brokest bitch now I bought the dopest shit
The poker Chips get place on the misses with ?
To shoot hits Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper
Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins
Chorus
[Da Brat:]
If you consider yourself to be a competitor
the object of the game is to bury ya
Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area
Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated
To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation
Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit
To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute
Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch
Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six
Admit it I'm da type to get addicted to like China
why you fucking wit pure dough
Tonight's da night we all get high niggas know Brat take without askin
Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards
lyrical assassin and niggas know
[Man Talking]
Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition
made some motherfucker before the first admission
Gets to a centamout and I sipped fout
Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain
Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz I gotta get higher into the mantic
Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool
All the slackin' rappers I pack I pack a bag
I travel to the peninsula with the posy I peep over the edge
Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge
To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord
You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it
Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically In front of me
Nine six, it's Da Brat nigga
we jackin these niggas for they beats and shit
yaknowwhatI'msayin
put this shit in ya mothafuckin mouth...
Verse 1:
Niggas know when they see the afro sym-boool they embrace themselves
Lock doors and hold their breath
For the black on black beamer drivin
Shitin on niggas time after time
And on da west side is confinement
It ain't no gettin outta line with me I stays ready
Split a mothafuckas shit fo free if necessary
Gotta love for gettin blunted
What you wanna do I done it......bitch
And about to do it again
So run and tell ya friends i'm comin'
Chorus: repeat 2X
My motto is make it all and never miss a buck
I walk around attitude cuz I don't give a fuck
However you gotta get it get it without getting stuck...
I'm witcha
Cuz life ain't shit if you can't live it up, live it up
Verse 2:
The next destination is to be the greatest heavyweight and undisputed
Due to dem other bitches to the back of the bus with nothing much to it
My milli0ons my main concern fucka factions and hurting feelings
Its niggas that'll care just to kick it
with a real bitch gettin' real rich quick
Live it up to the fullest notch set up the plot
Life expect to see levels drop its on again and it don't stop
Anotha tantrum for crematin' mothafuckas in random
Leavin' none standin keep da big willies hold'em for grants
The money it cost to be boss is high my all time condition
to da day I die that's why I be the best for this position listen
Cleavage decorated wit ice flooded pieces
I live for drop top corneshes and new releases
Bouncin in little islands I can't even pronounce
Way out laid out by da beach smokin a whole fuckin ounce
This nigga stay jiggie flashy my name ain't baby
Its Da B-R-A-T miss harris if you get nasty
Chorus
[Da Brat]
Yea SoSoDef in this mothafucka, uh
Chi-town in this mothafucka, uh
At Lanta in this mothafucka, uh
Chi-Lanta in this mothafucka, uh
JD on this mothafucka, uh
And its da brat on this mothafucka, uh
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall
And its another album
Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall
(Cherish) [Da Brat]
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[And there aint nothing I wont do for my] (Baby)
[you drive me] (Crazy)
[And it makes me] (Say)
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me] (Baby)
(Da Brat)
When I wake up in the morning it's (You)
When I cant sleep at night it's (You)
When im tossin and turning its (You)
When my body yearnin it's (You)
Im in love like Maxwell
You see me cryin but I just cant help it
My self-esteem is even higher when im walking with you
You give me fire and desire
Like Tina Marie and Rick James do
I don't care burn up the minutes on the cell
Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell
I get abusive with the flows on me
When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me
Cuz im so smooth and it's real not phony
With a nigga you will never be lonely
Its been official im hot
And since you is, lets do this
It seems I been shot by cupid
Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . .
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[And there aint nothing I wont do for my] (Baby)
[you drive me] (Crazy)
[And it makes me] (Say)
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me] (Baby)
im in love with you more than my car
more than my house
more than the night I keep your name comin out my mouth
I cant get you off my mind
Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side
As fine as Roy Jones
Makin a move in my bones
You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close
Turn off the 2-way
You lay your head on my pillow
And do me baby
The rhythm gonna get chu groovin baby
And we can rock until broad day light
Body's knockin the boots
Destroying property, poppin me up to get through
It aint right the way you feeling on my booty
Its just you and me
Unexplanatory the way you adore me
Lord have mercy somebody gonna have to pray for me
Your worthy, my service is superb
On purpose im swerving all the way to ya heart
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[And there aint nothing I wont do for my] (Baby)
[you drive me] (Crazy)
[And it makes me] (Say)
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me] (Baby)
(Da Brat)
When I wake up in the morning it's (You)
When I cant sleep at night it's (You)
When im tossin and turning its (You)
When my body yearnin it's (You)
When I wake up in the morning it's (You)
When I cant sleep at night it's (You)
When im tossin and turning its (You)
When my body yearnin it's (You)
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[And there aint nothing I wont do for my] (Baby)
[you drive me] (Crazy)
[And it makes me] (Say)
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
[Rodney]
Darkchild, uh, uh
Keith Sweat, Da Brat
I like that
Who the one who put you on girl?
I'm the one that put you on
Who the one who put you on girl?
I'm the one that put you on, come on
[Keith]
It's funny how you do forget
Where you were before we met
I gave you things you could not dream
Like the 5-0-6 with the Greenwood Range, yeah
Now girl I'd showed you
Life without jewelry
While I loved you
Gave you all of me
Now you act like
Act like you don't know babe
I'm trying to show you
You were the only one
1 - [Keith]
How can you keep buggin'?
When you were poor and struggling
Girl I'm the one that put you on
Girl I took you shopping
When you didn't have nothing
Girl I'm the one that put you on
[Keith] (Rodney)
(Second verse)
Upgraded you to first class flights
And hit you off with so much ice
I had you wearing the finest clothes
Not every guy wants to creep on the low, oh
I thought I told you
You could never find
A love that's better
Better girl then mine
But now you're forcing
It is all because of me
Act like you know
Cause girl I put you on
Repeat 1
[Da Brat]
I tried to tell my nigga not to put you on
Cause I seen your stanky ass around here before
He said that you adored him
But I knew it was fake
You wasn't in love with him
You wanted the money and fame
So he gave you a slash of the good life
Most hood rats wanna do more than see what it looks like
I shook dice, bet ten g's that you were just for one night
And not for keeps, then I saw you in the car with Keith
At the mall, in the club at the bar with Keith
And didn't nobody know you was a homie but me
My homie put you in the dopest clothes and fresh sneakers
And now you wanna showboat and ask if did he
You ain't pretty bitch
You just popular cause them niggaz done hit it
If it wasn't for him icing you down from ear to ankles
Wouldn't nobody check for you?
So you should thank him
Repeat 1
[Keith] (Da Brat)
Let me tell you girl, oh
You rocking ice because of me
You got a jeep because of me
You're looking fly because of me
You got a Benz because of me
You got a house because of me
You got it all because of me
You got minks because of me
I put you on (yeah, yeah)
I put you on (who is put this on? Darkchild)
I put you on (who is on this? Da Brat)
I put you on (Keith Sweat, it's like that)
I put you on (You know Rodney Jerkins is dopest)
I put you on (1999)
I put you on (You know how we do)
I put you on (To the two to the two)
I put you on (Like that from all of my crew)
[JD]
Yeah, yeah come on
(Baby you make my)
Yeah, yeah come on
Yeah, yeah come on
(Baby you make my)
Yeah, yeah come on
[Da Brat]
Each day I come in, it's always somethin'
Don't stress me, I'm paid like Phil Drummin
I pop like ten Crist'ies a day
In the spot like, I'm way past risqué
B-R-A-T hard and sexy
And you can't get next to me baby
With a blunt in my hand shit is obsolete
I don't wanna be fucked with when I cheat
It's my smoking lye, how it's supposed to be
You bitches could never get close to me
Hopefully you know not to blow my high
Impose in my zone extinguish my fire
It's my desire to blaze it up
Mad cause I puff I don't give a fuck
Don't come around me with no negative shit
Step up, step up and I'mma bust your lip
Cause…
[Chorus]
Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high
(To the sky)
First thing you can do is make my high come down
(Down, down, down)
Ooh when you make my high come down
I don't wanna be around you no more
[Da Brat]
Let's space it out, my faith is out
When I get frustrated I take it out
On the optimo so break it out
Gun me vicariously till I choke me
Make no mistake about Miss Harris stakin' out
Good cabbage lay it out
Gray for glycoma, rotten to Daytona
How to survive?
Get high all by your lonesome
Unless you want some company
I might pass the blunt but this bud's for me
My concentration and know nothing else
I take my problems lay 'em on the shelf
Block all the calls then shut off the cell
It's not absurd niggas get on my nerves
With bullshit too much for this bitch
Me and my spliff don't wanna be fucked with
[Chorus]
Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high
(Too the sky)
First thing you can do is make my high come down
(Down, down, down)
Ooh when you make my high come down
I don't wanna be around you no more
Usually, when I split my gun down the middle
Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute
For me to get to that place we love to go
I made this shit so you would know
[Da Brat]
When the ashes burn off
I get flashes on how you were turned off
And a big distraction
Don't nobody wanna be agitated
Upset or annoyed, and aggravated
Masturbation ain't stimulating as this
When it's twist, put it up to my lips and hit
Don't forget to puff, puff and pass
My blunt is stuffed up with chunks of hash
[Chorus]
Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high
(Too the sky)
First thing you can do is make my high come down
(Down, down, down)
Ooh when you make my high come down
I had some problems
That no one could seem to solve them
But you had the answer
You told me to take a chance
And learn the ways of love, my baby
And all that it has to offer..
You told me your secret love won't let you down
Ohh allll my love baby...
Da Brat:
Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change
Between you and your boo.
Put a hold on me ever since I held you
What compelled you to be my nigga
Besides passion and love
You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust
Fuck the others, none of them compare to us
And under covers you my muthafucka nigga,
When you stickin my stuff
You laid pipe unlike any other plumber
Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin.
Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak.
Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights
Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much.
And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch
But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters
Hit you so you don't forget us
When you'd rather not be livin in the cella
Hella muthafuckas want your occupation
But they can keep pacin, cuz I'm gonna be waitin on my Baby...
CHORUS:
T-Boz:
And all this love, is waiting for you
My baby... Sweet Darling...
And all this love is waiting for you
Da Brat:
Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down
As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around
Da Brat:
Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word
That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese,
And pissing me the fuck off.
The first thought of committing a felony never left
I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L,
Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I
Saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers
Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you
Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun
Cash rules, and you remain to be the King of my throne
Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home
Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness
But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation
If I'm incarcerated
Too you can make it through, we bail on the Jealous
Who tell us the opposite of that,
Forever you and Brat
I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame
So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame...
Hard times in the funk
Yeah, so funkdafied
So let's take a ride with the Brat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on that ass
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
Open up, open up and let the funk flow in
From this nigga named J and his new found friend
I'm hittin' switches like Eric on the solo creep
For yo jeep it's the B R A T
Puttin' the dip in your hip from right to left
It's that ghetto west bitch and I'm so, so Def
Nigga, that's my click, nigga, that's who I rolls with
And we kicks nothing but the fat shit
Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic
With the real shit, we got the shit you can't fuck wit
(Why?)
Because we so funkdafied
(Why?)
We make you move from side to side
Well, it's the G H the E T T O, nigga
Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby
So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin'
And freak this duet just like Ashford and Simpson
'Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
Puttin' it down, puttin' it down, ain't no thing to me
And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me
It's like that and as a matter of fact, when it comes to the Brat
I got the shit that'll make your neck snap back
Meaning I got the shit that a get'cha bent
Tearin' the roof off this motha like Parliament
I'm on a roll in control like Janet, damnit!
(Ranch, oh, the funk bandit and they can't handle it)
I know, that's why I keep hittin' 'em with this grammar
Lettin' niggas know that I'm the real mama jama
Straight to the head like a chronic sack
I passed the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back
Wella sistas and fellas, it's time to get your groove on
I provide the funkdafied sound to make you move on
Breakin' these fools off proper like
It's S O S O D E F dynamite
Hummin-ah, hummin-ah, comin' up at ya like Ralph K
And since this ain't no honeymoon, I'm here to stay
And the way we comin' at ya, baby, we can't miss
There's a new tag team in town, nigga, whoomp, there it is
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
Verse 1:
My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach
When I take flow from all dat smoke dat I smoke, no joke
As I commence to take flight its gotta be first class cuz this ass
Could give a fuck about coach....bitch
(How high do you fly when you fly back?)
From da bottom to top- top to bottom and back
Now as I lay me in da cup gettin fucked up
Puffin on blunts and comin up with some mo of dat funky stuff
Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus
No its dat hocus pocus abracadabra smokeyas
Fills up da room as I breathe again
One smoke from da ghetto its dem braids and
When flossing in my benz with my friends it begins
Smell the aroma puttin you in a coma
Its dat super sanky dank that'll make ya faint go blank
Hey when I its da door all my niggas say,
Chorus: Adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
Adi adi adi adi ah...layin in da cut gettin real fucked up (say 2x)
Verse 2:
Its a new day new day truly ain't nathin changed
Fall up out my bed to the same ol' thangs
Your averaged, everyday black surrounded, bar-b-que, a little weed
Its some niggas with some bass pounding
One o'clock is da time to raise
take a shower brush my teeth and correct my braids
Now listen up to what I say because this typa shit, it happens everyday and
(I gotta place where I soak some so) In da summer its a coolin
In da winter its a smoke ho
20 feet away from da house in da back
Surrounded by a gate draked in all black its
(Its where me and my homies go smokin on that thang till it aint no mo)
How we smoke? (we smoke till I blast some mo)
Doin my thang kickin back relax and then
Chrous: say (2x)
Verse 1:
Uh, any chance I get I'm on a plane
I book advance tickets and pay the fees with no complaints
In the summer its off the hook no time to waste
Just lie at the lake and I'm shoulder dry to the taste
Even though some niggas I grew up with hate
I keep a few good homies that try to stay outta jail
Tonio tell me what the bail is it'll be there
And when you get out my coke tail here
The crack head deals in my daddy
And all he seem to dream about is bad ass habits
The gun shots scream loud
So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house
With the extended cord no night is boring
On the front porch even if its pouring
In the summer, winter, fall, or spring
I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing
Chorus:
Chi town chi town the city where I'm from
As a kid to who I become live to get what I want
Chi town the city with the best skylines
Born there that's home there in my lifetime
Chicago show'em how we do
The best place some hate but they still come through
Chi town the city with the best skyline
Born there that's home there in my lifetime
Verse 2:
The liquor store on every corner packed
The bus run twenty-fo and my stop Jackson
Fire hydrant busted time for action
Niggas come out like its the beach in Miami
The cops chase thiefs all through the alley and don't stop
These niggas kill for rocks
If you can't stand up for your spot don't squat
Shop for a vacant lot or get shot
Cuz Chicago niggas don't play them games
When it comes to slanging them thangs for the money mane
Fuck around and get short for the playas ball
And call don Juan to flash green on yall
The pimps got the hoes pinned up on the wall
Just pass me the blunt and I puff it all
In the summer, winter, fall, or spring
I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing
Chorus
Verse 3:
Don't worry about what I do for my city
Some of yall run your mouth too much and what a pity
If you outside looking in, shit seem pretty
But its a lot of shit to do with bitch...I did it
I'm cold in the winter my mink track the flow
With the hat to match cadillacs in the snow
If its a block party the whole hood know
Niggas from 3 and 1st streets overcome the smoke
Its K Town times 22 next shine
Who label he on mine Westside nigga right
To my Southside niggas and my Eastside niggas
And my Northside niggas get high
We really don't give a fuck what side you from
Just keep on hollering out Chi!!!
In the summer, winter, fall, or spring
I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing
[Da Brat talking]
Shut cho' ass up girl, ha ha
Ya know, I bought me some diamonds
Show em' what cha' bought me
Ya know, I'll show myself off, ya dig ha ha ha
They hate me, ya know they gon' hate me, ha ha oh Lord
[Hook x2]
Take me out to the ballgame
Spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs
[Verse 1]
This chick here gets thicker each year
And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear
Mommie dearest keepin' it clean and clear
My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear
We veer to the left, why
Cause that's how So So Def ride
We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi
We leaves no traces, we just glide
Lay back and switch side to side
We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn
It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm
Well I'll consider it, maybe
Show me ya tongue baby
And i'm sure that I could make it all gravy
All bases gotta be loaded
So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz, or my Rover
Take me out and be my Casanova
Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I never get back
I'ma root, root, root for my home team
Cause we always win and it's a shame
That it's one, two, three strikes for you
At the old ballgame
Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it
Your chances of winning
Is lookin' itty bitty so stop grinnin'
You just diggin' a deeper ditch
You hidin' in the dugout from the feature chick
I'll put cha' lights out, pitch fast or slow
Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on
Is goin' goin gone
I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals
And white socks and afros are my accessories, worth a fortune
Please believe if ya checkin' for me
I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Let me tell ya bout So So
You should thank me, I'm no joke
Like the Yankees
I'm so funky, that it's stankie
My wrist so chunky
That people stare at it and be like naw, it can't be
But it is and it shall be forever more
J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough
You can't help me if ya paper low
If you broke it's unhealthy, we can't grow
I'ma be on my own these days
If you don't like it you can go away
Relocate, it's OK, hit the pavement
I'm Chicago Cub'n it and Atlanta Brave'n it
This is my covenant, you can not invade it
And I cannot be faded
So try to just eradicate it from ya brain
Go get a job at the hot dog stand
I need big thangs boo, you don't like that
I don't give a fuck, fuck you
[Hook x6]
[Da Brat talking]
Game right, hit cha' a home run
Strike out a few times, it's all good
You gon' learn something like that
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Hit all three of them bases
And swing it on home baby
So So Def styel, Brat-tat-tat
Hardball, J to the D
Anotha tantrum dealin rugged don't give a fuck i'm denied nothin'
Gotta still get it spoiled rotten real wit it deal wit it
Don't you feel me livin' in you
When mothafuckas make promises and can't come through (say 2x)
Whateva obstacles they dig to me from gettin' my way
I gets revenge to the end then begin the fourplay
My forte is sippin' alize and acting up
Looked into your mirror at ya face you started backing up, what the fuck
You slowly stepped away and started panic
As you witness anotha tantrum fantasmatic to keep a niggas frantic your manic
Yall wanna be told shit if I can get it
You might feel my spirit off on anotha mission
Fishin for my next victim with no permission
Switchin bodies had to get some new goddies put on da benz
Jump in da mind in many mens with no patience
The worst thing to do is wait and waste time its constantly slippin away
Take it manipulatin' all ages bring da frustration
Waitin for da left of my cavin to face e-all-lu-cation
Appearing crazy untract but seem daily
Where my bitches at?
Where is all my bitches at?
This motherfucker right here,
This for all ya'll motherfuckers
You a bitch, you a bitch, i'm a bitch,
We all bitches,
In this motherfucking game
Just be a bad bitch,
When you be a bitch
[Verse 1]
I wakes up from dreaming of money,
To thinking of money
On a daily basis,
Make sure the money
Make the way to the safe
Put your bet's on the "b" to the "ra"
From the west side of chi' "t",
Niggers want to ride with me
Cause i'm the live-est,
Get high with me
Cause i'm fly
Obsessed with me
Cause i'm shy
No matter which whip i pick,
And butt-kick your little buckets
And leave your face with a disgusted look
As you bite the dust
I get them big things
This is hard shit, head bob,
Breakin your neck,
Raw shit
My bitches keep hollin'
"dollas"
"til'god"
Call us
And it don't quit
Till the earth split
This bitch
A baller wit' it
In a black jag,
It's a fact that,
Brat the first solo
To go platt,
And if it sound like i'm braggin,'
I am, cause i'm proud of myself,
Pat a bitch on the back,
Damn...straight to the bank i go
Created a game plan
That ya'll follow
Switch four in the diablo
Vacationin' morocco
Keep chasin' the papers faithfully
And cause i get it
Niggas permanently hatin' me
Fuckem'
I'm talkin' to...
Hook:
All my bitches
That live the hood life,
Good life,
My bitches
That don't need
A nigger for shit
Bitches wit a
Game plan,
Rockin'
Name brand,
I dedicates this one to you
I'm talkin' too...
All my bitches
That live the hood life,
Good life,
My bitches
That don't need
A nigger for shit,
Bitches,
Niggas gotta holla at
Screamin
"where them dollars at"
I dedicates this one to you...
[Verse 2]
From the start i was in a hurry to crawl,
And walk slap niggas before i could hardly talk.
Now i gottem'on they knees screamin'
That's what the fuck i thought
No matter how i part the braids
Hear ya'll chatter when i rock it straight.
I'ma bad bitch even when the style flipped
I get paid cause dough come fast in large amounts
Too much for one nigger to count
You must not know how a so so def hoe bounce
To bust open another niggas accounts and be out
To the tellee or the atm in a 750 gray bm
Made a motherfucker pay for the rims
I fucked his friend but it's all good
He understood the way i live my life, my life
That i can't depend on nobody
For me to survive and stay high.
Where all my bitches at? Girls
Make 'em love to hate us
And whether you classy to dick suckin'
Or a trashy bitch get your papers
I gotta eat throw these bows
Silently creep on these hoes
That's robbin' my flows you impostors to me
Prophets is all i see i ain't got time for beef,
So i rhyme for cheese financially stable,
Tryin' to make g's and i'm talkin' to
Hook
[Verse 3]
And since i cover the mortgage,
The car note, the porsche, and the condo
We still smokin'
Dollar signs are all i see excuse me,
I got to cut the line leave you niggas behind
For the third time and shine on purpose
Blind'em every time i surface
If an aries hurt you you must deserve it
Every bit of a dime is worth it,
Keep on swerving not perfect
But striving for that working with diamonds,
And flirting with the finest cats,
Desert the broke niggas that still live
With their momma's at
Provoke most to wanna wine a dine brat,
Cause i'm dope from coast to coast
Guarantee to fall in love with me
After just one toast,
Smoke weed that'll make you say,
I ain't never getting' high again
Niggas always wanna see what i'm riding in
So i slide in the benz outfit match
From head to tims
Rims you aint seen before fein for doe,
Screamin' cream for mo and mo,
Reap the benefits if it's free shit,
I take gifts in all shapes and sizes
And diamonds is my favorite wish,
Picture me rich a genious,
When it comes to me collecting these chips,
And this to...
Yo, puttin' down, definition
Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like
And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean
[Hook]
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
For me to knock niggas out the box daily
[?ZZ?]
Get out, watch ya steps and the ol' bucksway
Fire sixteen and we bust an oozy
What side can we ride on, take off your sign or
Fire tech-9 and we bust your car right
Here's one, it bust louder than a normal gun
Here's one, fire one and fire on and on
Ambush, we have bush and we have tech psycho
Run by and rat tat tat at cha' and ya trucko
[Da Brat]
Bumptity bump is that shit that cha' get
When ya listenin' to the sounds of Da Brat (BABY!)
It's like that it's like that ain't no future in frontin'
So to avoid all that I keep bumpin' (AH NIGGA!)
I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Step and get broke up loc
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Puttin' it down, puttin' it down ain't no thang
[Hook]
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
It's the ZZ, it's one to the two to the motherfucking three
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
For me to knock niggas out the box daily
[Verse 2]
Uh, it ain't no thang for me to lay a busta down
Buck a sucker down cause me don't fuck around
With them niggas that be fussin' on that fake shit
I'm on that ill tip nigga, you ain't heard about that real bitch
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Motherfuckers wanna test me, cops wanna arrest me
But fuck that, ya get a hole in ya fuckin' head
I puts it down as a come up with a pinch of Chi
A little dash of the funk and it's funkdafied
As I combine them to get the good funkdafied
Can ya ride with this bitch from the Westside (NIGGA!)
I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Puffin' on that indo smoke
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Back with a motherfucking dope and man
[Hook]
From around the mountain, to the place that chu' call ya block
It's that nigga with no nuts but cha' still on jock
Highly (Why you) why me cause I rap tightly
And ain't no need for you to even try me
From sunrise to sunset I keeps niggas in check
It's the i-itiful, dopest individual
Who gets wreck, for all places and all races
First come, first serve basis
(Ain't no half steppin')
Cause Brat's spittin' shit like an automatic weapon
Ain't no room for no flaws in this click
(Cause the shit that we make is the funky shit)
Ya know (NIGGA!) I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Step and get broke up loc
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Puttin' down puttin down cause it ain't no thang
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