'Da Brat' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Kazaam (1996)

Taglines:

The world's most powerful genie has just met his match.
He's A Rappin' Genie With An Attitude... And He's Ready For Slam-Dunk Fun!

Quotes:

Kazaam: Grab my belly and make a wish.

Kazaam: Who dare to wake me? Ain't gonna mame this a mystery. Don't wanna do time on your wishes three. Watch it, boy! You don't want to dis me! Or I'll dish out my misery. Now. who's that sorry wanna-be that disturbed my z's? If you wanna be number one, I'm sorry boy, that's been done! But if you got the itches for a sack of riches don't matter how avaricious, I'm the man that can grant your wishes! Hey, don't turn your butt on me! I'm the man of the ages, straight out of the pages. Hang on! I'm contagious, outrageous, spontaneous! You can't contain this. I am KAZAAM!::Max Connor: I'm really happy for you.::Kazaam: Where do you think you're going? Make your three wishes and I'm of your face, back in my box and out of this place.::Max Connor: listen Mr. Psychopathic Dork in the Basement, I don't think you're ordering anyone.::Kazaam: Do you realize who I am? I'm your genie!::Max Connor: In that case I wish i was as big as you, but not so stupid

Nick Connor: You get no second chances in life, no second chances.

Max Connor: You smell like hippopotamus butt.

Alice Connor: That's right, it's poisoned. I figured if I ended your suffering, mine would end too.

Kazaam: I am... Kazaam!

Kazaam: Is that a wish?

Max Connor: [after he wishes for junk-food to come out of the sky] So... tell me that wasn't a wish.::Kazaam: Like the main man did with the loaves and the fish?::Max Connor: Yeah... hey... stop rhyming, o.k.

Kazaam: [lifting malik by the neck] Now, where's Max?::Malik: Uh... du... du... du... uh... he... uh... he went down that shaft.::Kazaam: WHAT?::Malik: Umm... uh... uh... there was nothin I could do, now put me down... [starts choking]... I'm afraid of heights.::Kazaam: Wish not granted! [Shapes Malik into a basketball, and then slam-dunks him into the Air duct]

Kazaam: That's not a wish, that's an insult!

Actors Paul Michael Glaser (director), Robert W. Cort (producer), Ted Field (producer), Shaquille O'Neal (producer), Shaquille O'Neal (actor), Paul Michael Glaser (writer), Said Faraj (actor), Marshall Manesh (actor), Paul Michael Glaser (producer), Efren Ramirez (actor), Hope Hanafin (costume designer), Jason Trost (actor), Scott Kroopf (producer), Ally Walker (actress), Robert Engelman (producer),

Brat, Da Filmography

• So So Def All-Star 20th Anniversary Concert 2013, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Don Cornelius: Visionary, Trailblazer & Cultural Icon 2012, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Katt Williams: 9 Lives 2010, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Celebrity Rap Superstar 2007, role: actress, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Katt Williams: American Hustle 2007, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• 30 Days 2006, role: actress, Play in Full Screen
• 3rd Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors 2006, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Katt Williams: The Pimp Chronicles Pt. 1 2006, role: actress, character name: Herself - Audience Member Play in Full Screen
• The Notorious B.I.G.: Ready to Die - The Remaster 2004, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• The Best of the Source Awards Vol. 1: Hip-Hop History 2003, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Snoop to the Extreme 2003, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• 3rd Annual BET Awards 2003, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Hip Hop Babylon 2 2003, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Civil Brand 2002, role: actress, character name: Sabrina Play in Full Screen
• Glitter 2001, role: actress, character name: Louise Play in Full Screen
• Carmen: A Hip Hopera 2001, role: actress, character name: Narrator Play in Full Screen
• Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott: Hits of Miss E... The Videos, Volume 1 2001, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• On the Come Up at the Source Awards 2001, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 2000 2000, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• The 1999 Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 1999, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• MTV Europe Music Awards 1999 1999, role: actress, character name: Herself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• Mariah #1's 1999, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• MTV Video Music Awards 1997 1997, role: actress, character name: Herself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• Rhyme & Reason 1997, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• 3rd Annual Soul Train Lady of Soul Awards 1997, role: actress, character name: Herself Play in Full Screen
• Kazaam 1996, role: actress, character name: Da Brat Play in Full Screen
• MTV Spring Break: Lake Havasu 1995, role: actress, character name: Herself - Performer Play in Full Screen

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Dirty B Sideshow lyrics

  Dirty B Side

  B Side, B side, ha, check it
  So, So Def Bad Boy collaboration
  The Notorious BIG in the house
  We got Da Brat in the house
  And me, y'all know who I be
  Check it
  I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
  Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
  So slide through your hood with me in your deck
  'Cause your correct way to get your groove on flomps
  And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
  Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with
  They thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
  Back with the Big and my new-found friend
  Sliding in from the front, never way behind
  Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
  Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
  Brat and Biggie Smalls
  Aw, shit!
  On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable
  Flow to make you motherfuckers know
  Ain't an MC coming close to touch
  Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  I never knew, niggas had a clue
  On who was the king of the street
  More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
  And my nigga just came home from work, release
  Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
  (Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)
  Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
  when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
  Nigga, no human being, Korean or European
  Be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
  In they draws, be'cause Biggie Smalls
  Is far from weak, Brat, tat, tat, please speak
  (Nigga, close your eyes, 'cause you already see
  The Notorious B, R, A, T)
  The raw combination, the destination
  Number one tote a gun with no hesitation
  Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
  Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
  If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
  And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Brat, tat, tat, tat, please speak
  I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
  The nigga you know who represent them platinum sounds
  Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
  Didn't find nuthin' but truth, in the hook B
  You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
  Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
  Round the mountain, broke a left, hit So, So Def
  And told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
  We Funkdafied, kicking it live
  Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
  Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
  Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
  We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet
  The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R, A, T
  Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay back, listen to the B Side
  Slide, glide, do whatever you want
  Get out your lighters
  We be the rhyme writers
  Starters from the heart of College Park
  New York, Chicago

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Back Upshow lyrics

  Back Up

  (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 trois
  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 Heroine
  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Limelite, Luv & Niteclubzshow lyrics

  Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz

  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
  Shit bitch we more than friends

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Give It 2 Yashow lyrics

  Give It 2 Ya

  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  One for da money
  Two for da bass
  Three to get ya goin'
  'Cuz da brat's in da place
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  It's me, da O.G.Funk Bandit
  (Who's dat?)
  Da B to da R A T and in fact
  If you ain't heard of me
  Take a seat, lay back and listen
  As I bust for yo ass on dis funkdafied mission
  (Just kick off your shoes and relax your feet)
  That's right
  (Party on down wit da brat and her beat)
  Now it goes like dat and dat's how it goes
  I'ma give it to all you negroes and hoes
  So listen up, make sure you listen up well
  And don't miss shit 'cuz this bitch be bad as hell
  (Truth of matter is I splatta it)
  Then talk shit in a gangta's way, dat's how dem fool's get dealt wit
  So what you wanna do bitch? Don't even trip
  (Step up, step up)
  And I'ma bust yo lip
  Now I know dat you know dat I know you don't want me to
  But keep on trippin' and I'ma give it to you, bitch
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  Brat is da
  (Fantastic, romantic, single-handed, bandit and damnit)
  Don't get no betta
  Betta it don't get no mo, than da flo dat I flo
  For you negroes and hoes
  Devastating, captivating, elevating, as I
  Operating and I love to get high
  (Well nigga fire up, nigga fire it up)
  At your request, I guess it's time for me to get fucked up
  It goes
  (One puff, two puff, three puff, four)
  From the bottom to the top, top to bottom I go
  So now you know, what I ain't and what I is
  It's da baddest new bitch in dis hip-hop biz
  O.G. is what I
  (Am)
  A brat is what I
  (Be)
  Blounts are what I
  (Smoke)
  And you can't see
  (Me )
  So let it go, 'cuz my shit is tight
  Take it how I it give it and enjoy da night
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  It's like that, it's like that
  For da nine fuckin for, it's da brat and you don't know
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  You betta ask some muthafuckin' body
  Lodi Dodi, I came to party, bitch
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  Word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real doe
  Shit, word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real doe
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Talk to Meshow lyrics

  Talk to Me

  [Hook]
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,
  So what you got to give?
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,
  So what you got to give?
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I speak that authentic, hard in it
  still spark in it
  Clearer, rollin paper in the middle of probation
  Ain't no riddle for you to figure out
  I still chase it to the day my death certificate show up in the paper
  I'm reppin ahrd for my people who rep hard for me
  It's da brat, who the fuck you are supposed to be?
  [Hook]
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,
  So what you got to give?
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,
  So what you got to give?
  I'm overtaken by this beat in my head
  I told the mike that if I ever get forsaken
  Just leave me dead
  How much more patience do I need to have
  Cause everyday I'm makin bangers dj's need to grab
  It's so easy for me to do this, I just cheese and laugh
  Happy like a motherfucker that I'm free at last
  If you don't like it, you can eat ass
  You invisible like a need in some steep grass
  I smoke up
  [Hook]
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,
  So what you got to give?
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,
  So what you got to give?
  I'm kinda like a venom when it come to me killin the track
  Givin these niggas a little bit of some naked feel
  Special delivery brat
  Conversate where that paper at
  Confiscate the ben frank stacks
  You talk to me while handling me them hunneds
  Stand in front of me while I count my money
  If found you a pay, everybody runnin
  Used to be such a fuckin lady, now such an effin woman
  I don't stop I keep comin, I rock, I rock
  You ain't never heard about me
  Heard something, no hood bitch, I'm not, I'm not
  So let's sit down and speak my favorite language
  And shut this town down
  [Hook]
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,
  So what you got to give?
  You wanna talk to me, let your dollars speak
  My favorite language money, can you afford me?
  I ride big wheels, I live in big cribs
  I get big deals,

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Get Somebodyshow lyrics

  Get Somebody

  Damn, I let my guard down, that's fucked up
  I let yo' ass in when I shoulda kept you locked out
  But it's all gravy, it happen to all of us, you know?
  You get hurt, you hurt back, you reap what you sow
  In the beginning when I met you
  I didn't mean to be rude but I had to sweat you
  'Cause you had me wet, ooh, I couldn't let you get away
  'Cause then, when will I see you again another day
  Your face was all I needed to see on a daily basis
  And my heart in your hands would make it all gravy
  But I was mistaken highly, you slid shit right by me
  Bein' deceitful and hiding, keepin' secrets
  But still keepin' me smilin', invitin' hoes to your party
  Lord knows, I don't wanna get started, I'ma hurt somebody
  Regardless I'ma love you for what we been through
  But keepin' you is somethin' I can't do
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  As much as I miss ya, I can't get wit' cha
  We painted a perfect picture
  But I can see clearer now that the rain is gone
  But the pains still come on strong
  Every so often I get discombobulated
  Call in Miss Cleo to see what the tarot cards are sayin'
  Hopin' that she know how to help a bitch out or suttin'
  Give me your lucky number to come up on motherfuckers
  That keep frontin', I'm no fool, you only get one strike here
  Blew it, so I won't be right here
  The best friend you claimed that you ever had is gone
  And it happened because you left me alone
  Sing a song for me
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  An' now that it's over that predicament taught me
  To be a soldier an' stay at attention
  Fold my collar up an' pop it an' keep hollarin'
  At the rich niggaz with deep pockets that keep me goin' shoppin'
  I'm better now than ever now
  You never found somebody quite like me to stay down
  Whatever is meant to be, be that
  And whoever is sent to me, be crashed
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  Check it out, no matter what you do
  You cant let 'em crash your party
  Get you somebody that's gonna
  Lad dee da dee who came to party
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  If you get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody who's gon' love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody
  'Cause somebody gon' try to crash yo' party
  Get somebody, not just anybody
  Get somebody, love you like nobody
  Get somebody, don't tell everybody

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Keepin It Liveshow lyrics

  Keepin It Live

  Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
  Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
  Verse One:
  Bringing more noise than pg-we true and flew in life
  Leave us-JD and rock a party all night tight nigga
  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
  I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven well
  Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
  JD-what the deal is? Lemme get some
  How many occasions, you and your liasons
  Can't fuck with this phenomenon, division, separated from the norm
  Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times
  So get your groove on, pulling on the in-and let's all get high
  In the back of my-Black on Black, you come through in ninety
  Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me
  I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey
  Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that wanna act
  Don't wanna face the fact, That that's the way we live
  Lookin' everyday Jig, Buyin' everything big-You dig? Nigga
  You don't wanna' go the distance-Surrender-Consistence
  Allows me the key clock contender
  And enter a new millenium, Cracking mutherfuckers craniums
  Droppin Bombs-Saddam Hussein and nigga's straining
  Hit a little, I'm feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked
  The sweat trickle, as I slid a little liquor down my throat
  It ain't no hope for these nigga's who broke and acting big willy
  They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really
  Spark up another philly and eyewitness
  The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes
  The lifestyle of the bitch is famous, Make the payment to chante
  Embarass nigga's live a hobby-All day harris
  Fly me to the moon, soon and very soon stay tuned
  Prepare to meet you doom 'cause it ain't no room for you
  Chorus
  No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking
  We be keepin' in live, Keepin' it live-Its' like straight to the scene
  It's like that it's Da Brat just
  Keepin' it live, Keepin' it we make you say
  ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh
  ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh
  Verse Two:
  And if you're feeling for masquerade, I can rock a party today
  Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar
  Butter like parkay, wanted in four plates-sex
  So-so definitely the best, Better watch your step
  It's pooky, Trap with hits I make 'em clap to this
  You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid
  It's nigga's like me that have more fun
  Pop mo' bottles than the next one
  Supermodel sex and make a portion
  Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man
  Fifty grand in my hand sit-tin' on top of the world
  Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging
  Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers-woooo
  Hey yo, Brat you Da funk bandit
  Act like you know, the baddest sweet habit having mommy to hit the door
  Flash it a little, living riddles can't buy the vittles
  Get cash, Life don't only come once-to let it pass
  To all my nigga's rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks
  Nigga's from the old school that started all this shit
  Big time weightholders, Dope clocking for years
  Nigga's you watched as a shorty thinking that's the way to live
  Giving all I got to give, us bitches is pushing sixes
  With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist
  Legistics, is strictly riches, the other fishes in the sea
  Can't be malicious as me, fucking with G's
  Chorus
  No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking
  We be keepin' in live, Keepin' it live-Its' like straight to the scene
  It's like that it's Da Brat just
  Keepin' it live, Keepin' it we make you say
  ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Come and Get Someshow lyrics

  Come and Get Some

  Verse 1 - Da Brat (Mac Daddy)
  Get down... ain't no room to mess around
  When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town
  I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back
  It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack
  Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down)
  Now (I know you love how my shit sounds)
  So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
  1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
  Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
  Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
  Either recite what I write or hold that ass
  Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast
  Now (There I go there I go there I go)
  (With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
  If you ain't down you best to get down quick
  Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
  (Hook)
  When your in the mood to flow let me know
  Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
  So I know that you know that I know you gets none
  But if you want some come and get some
  (Verse 2)
  To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
  I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
  It be the crooked letta O double that once more
  Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
  How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
  No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
  As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with
  This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's
  On, till I let them fools disperse
  Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
  It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
  Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
  Off, tossed like a cloth
  I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
  Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
  Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with
  (Hook)
  (Verse 3 - Mac Daddy)
  Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
  The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
  For so very long
  But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
  With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum
  Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
  Saggin all dressed in black
  I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
  Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
  Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Intro (unrestricted)show lyrics

  Intro (unrestricted)

  [Millie Jackson]
  BuckWIIIILD outrageous do what you feel like doin
  til a motherfucker know when you don't feel like screwin
  I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound
  Keep a motherfucker off you, keep your feet on the ground
  HEYYY! FUCK YOU if you can't go for that
  And a double fuck you from Da Brat-a-tat-tat
  Let it +ALL+ hang loose, never feelin afflicted!
  Go for what you want and it's called. Unrestricted
  [Twista]
  May the Lord be my witness
  From the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted"
  The K-Town bitch too weak
  In Chi-villain they be killin every mark in the district
  Can y'all skill match it?
  Right I kill Patrick from the six-oh-six-fo'-fo'
  Got hit cause ya clip so slow
  Motherfuckers can't do shit with "So So"
  Shine like a twenty inch Mo-Mo
  for the Navi' on top of them dub's
  Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud
  Now you talkin bout my gul
  Terror for the millenium, straight fuckin up anyone
  (hah, anyone. ssshit) Steady bust like a semi gun

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Fuck Youshow lyrics

  Fuck You

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Ghetto Loveshow lyrics

  Ghetto Love

  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...

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Gotta Thing For Youshow lyrics

  Gotta Thing For You

  My dear, my dear, my dear,
  You do not know me
  But I know you very well
  So let me tell about Da Brat tatatat
  I'm light skin, redbone,
  Peanut butter complexion
  Very affectionate, very direct
  When I'm expressing myself
  I'm 5'5"
  My astrology sign is aries
  Thick in my thighs, 36Bs
  Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves
  Put it down with hese lucious suckable
  Lips
  Making you wanna reach out and touch'em
  Come on and give me a kiss
  Could it be those hips just pokin out of my jeans
  I showed them once or twice
  And some niggers have become feems
  I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin,
  Blunt smoking
  No stopping, weave cocking
  With constant heat dropping
  Bombs on nonbelievers charming
  All the people
  They call it the life of leisure
  I'm preaching what I'm speaking
  This shit you ain't used to seeing
  So please believe it you needin the B
  To the R muthaf**king AT
  I guess you wonder where I've been
  I search to find the love within
  I came back to let you know
  I gotta thing for you
  And I can't let it go
  I'm steppin in the club now ya'll
  Hey now
  Niggers showing me love ya'll
  Hey now
  I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now
  Especially my niggers,
  They got the ouoo!
  I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you
  To drop off my package
  A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit
  We'll go together like roger
  And jessica rabbit
  I'm spoiled rotten,
  I'm rocking pink silk panties
  At the moment
  But I'm sport cotton
  But jeanie's dreamin of
  Jeanie will blink me to scottie
  So he can beam me pump adrenaline
  Into my blook steam
  Proceed extremely with caution
  I'm probably gleaming
  Because my bling bling is
  Worth a fortune
  It seems things will never change
  So I puffed often cause these dayz,
  Niggers is crazy
  You can't pay me to roll without my AK
  I guess you wonder where I've been
  I search to find the love within
  I came back to let you know
  I gotta thing for you
  And I can't let it go
  I can't let go of this game
  I can't let go of this fame
  But for sure, before I go
  You niggers gonna know my name
  Cause I'm so doogie, one in a million
  Cop a brazzillion for the coochie
  That rides smoothly
  Pass the doogie, the dutchie
  Rudely interrupted, your regularly
  Scheduled program
  I throw down and bust it
  There ain't no hoe around touching me
  I'm sharper than cutlerly
  I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces
  I'm steppin in the club now ya'll
  Hey now
  Niggers showing me love ya'll
  Hey now
  I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now
  Especially my niggers,
  They got the ouoo!
  I guess you wonder where I've been
  I search to find the love within
  I came back to let you know
  I gotta thing for you

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Ain't Got Time To Wasteshow lyrics

  Ain't Got Time To Waste

  so so def
  hey shortie
  how we do
  hey shorite
  im all about that paper dough
  can you see me
  you know yeah
  as the clock keep ticking tick, tick gotta keep my vision bleary,
  im in a hurry to get this paper dont worry im a dough chaser im
  still living my dreams wheather its hustling, shaking and shuffling niggas around im getting more greater and its the gang shit that i aint seen yet
  and its the gang niggas i aint meet yet
  even though i been to paris and london and rome, japan, africa, bagdad amesterdam brought back a phat sack
  and im rolling dem joints chrome flashing sparkling like gucci colins when i throw on that boostey
  you niggas cant stop slobbing im a pretty young thug and its hotter than ever
  f**king it up so i get paid to do stuff never when this cheddar at stake
  im a chain billionaire blow a couple of millon some cars so my family and homies can ride like stars
  chorus x2
  im all about the money i dont know about you i got places i wanna go and things i wanna do gotta whole lotta living to do be4 i die and i aint got time to waste
  honey yeah yeah
  now understand me cause its not complex im yung and resteless with one life to
  live so i cash cheques
  im individually wrapped liked a fresh twinke so if i cream in the middle
  nigga licky, licky, licky licky become sponge bob absorb me up
  cant just polish this i demolish the flow niggaz astonished when i spit when im pissed i let it flow i can afford me a bentley without having to forge a signature or getting a nigga to co sign with me
  i get bored quickly so i saw on the g4 to cali for more sticky gravey life
  come hop on this tour with me lets get faded for life
  i used to save up cookies they are brown even
  but i got rid of the whole box and i didnt even turn the loot in' im shootin'its all cause of you lame ass butlers when i smirk if devils could talk mine would say f**k ya!
  chorus x2
  its so so def
  how could the cans get droped
  from the mansion to the high rise to the block we hot
  i rock the white people the latinos and forgeiners
  niggas cant see me when they cry i scratch out there corniers
  im warning ya i was born a winner i scarecrowed off like that anna lotono
  did right after she sang 'home in the weares' after the blizard thats when i came through with them frosted pieces was dripping like icicles
  keep a few of dem precious VDSS next to my skin so with the best investment jems aint no second guessing its here
  aint not question who the best is take a lesson from a bitch who is the goodie in years
  never skooted in here got dem all in here
  cause dirty money spin like clean money from da ATM dummy so when you done bummping your gumms theres a lot of dough to be made
  you should get you sum before its too late
  and you left wiv none
  now its all bout the cash where ever it come from
  nigga
  chorus x2

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Da B Sideshow lyrics

  Da B Side

  B side, B side, ha check it, So So Def
  Bad Boy collaboration, the Notorious B.I.G. in the house
  We got Da Brat in the house and me
  Y'all know who I be, check it
  I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
  Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
  So slide through your hood with me in your deck
  Cause your correct way to get your groove on flomps
  And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
  Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with
  They thought luck did it but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
  Back with the B.I.G. and my new-found friend
  Sliding in from the front, never way behind
  Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
  Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
  Brat and Biggie Smalls
  Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable
  Flow to make you motherfuckers know
  Ain't an MC coming close to touch
  Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  I never knew, niggas had a clue on who was the king of the street
  More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
  And my nigga just came home from work, release
  Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
  Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care
  Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
  When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
  Nigga, no human being, Korean or European
  Be seein' what B.I.G. be seein', I leave 'em peein'
  In they draws because Biggie Smalls is far from weak
  Brat-tat-tat, please speak, nigga close your eyes
  'Cause you already see the Notorious B R A T
  The raw combination, the destination
  Number one tote a gun with no hesitation
  Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
  Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
  If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
  And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak
  I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
  The nigga you know who represent them platinum sounds
  Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
  Didn't find nothin' but truth in the hook B
  You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
  Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
  Round the mountain, broke a left, hit So So Def
  And told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
  We funkdafied, kicking it live
  Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
  Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
  Got what you need and I take everything you ever wanted
  Nigga, we comin' mass, his pimpin' ass
  His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is bar-bayed
  Parkade, B to the R A T
  Rolling off swoll on chrome 17
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay on back, light up the blunts
  As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
  Lay back, listen to the B side, slide, glide
  Do whatever you want, get out your lighters
  We be the rhyme writers, starters from the heart of College Park

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Give It 2 Youshow lyrics

  Give It 2 You

  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  One for da money
  Two for da bass
  Three to get ya goin'
  'Cuz da brat's in da place
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  It's me, da O.G.Funk Bandit
  (Who's dat?)
  Da B to da R A T and in fact
  If you ain't heard of me
  Take a seat, lay back and listen
  As I bust for yo ass on dis funkdafied mission
  (Just kick off your shoes and relax your feet)
  That's right
  (Party on down wit da brat and her beat)
  Now it goes like dat and dat's how it goes
  I'ma give it to all you negroes and hoes
  So listen up, make sure you listen up well
  And don't miss shit 'cuz this bitch be bad as hell
  (Truth of matter is I splatta it)
  Then talk shit in a gangta's way, dat's how dem fool's get dealt wit
  So what you wanna do bitch? Don't even trip
  (Step up, step up)
  And I'ma bust yo lip
  Now I know dat you know dat I know you don't want me to
  But keep on trippin' and I'ma give it to you, bitch
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  Brat is da
  (Fantastic, romantic, single-handed, bandit and damnit)
  Don't get no betta
  Betta it don't get no mo, than da flo dat I flo
  For you negroes and hoes
  Devastating, captivating, elevating, as I
  Operating and I love to get high
  (Well nigga fire up, nigga fire it up)
  At your request, I guess it's time for me to get fucked up
  It goes
  (One puff, two puff, three puff, four)
  From the bottom to the top, top to bottom I go
  So now you know, what I ain't and what I is
  It's da baddest new bitch in dis hip-hop biz
  O.G. is what I
  (Am)
  A brat is what I
  (Be)
  Blounts are what I
  (Smoke)
  And you can't see
  (Me )
  So let it go, 'cuz my shit is tight
  Take it how I it give it and enjoy da night
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  It's like that, it's like that
  For da nine fuckin for, it's da brat and you don't know
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  You betta ask some muthafuckin' body
  Lodi Dodi, I came to party, bitch
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)
  Word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real doe
  Shit, word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real doe
  (I'm gonna give it 2 you)

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Big Momma's Themeshow lyrics

  Big Momma's Theme

  Vita & Da Brat
  Miscellaneous
  Big Momma's Theme
  Vita Da Brat f/ Destiny's Child---Big Momma's Theme
  [Jermaine](Destiny's Child)
  Yo New York in da house
  (Do, do, do, do...)
  Brooklyn in da house
  Uptown in da house
  Chi Town in da house
  Atlanta, Georgia are you in da house?
  West Coast in da house
  Vita
  Everybody in da house
  Baby, baby come on
  Baby come on
  [Vita]
  Yo, yo, yo who that be?
  V-I-T-A
  Big Momma lady murders away
  We play twenty-four hours a day
  Mind on money twenty-four hours a day
  It's hard to say or tell
  When there's love in the air
  So I continue to be Miss Dawg of the year
  And take care of my peeps when the streets is hot
  You need a place to stay just pull out the cot
  And I swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun
  Driver took 'em lukewarm to hot like lava
  I not one that's forgotten
  There's a lot of haters that be hatin' for nothing
  With their hand out waitin' for something
  Chick like me I waits for nothin'
  Put in work till the cake come in
  So breathe easy whenever you need me
  Just yell, V-I-T-A know it well
  1 - [Destiny's Child]
  This is Big Momma's house
  We ain't gon take no poppin' off at the mouth
  This is Big Momma's house
  Those that get a chance to dance
  They get turned out
  This is Big Momma's house
  One night spent here
  Have you climbing up the wall
  This is Big Momma's house
  We ain't gonna take no mess at all
  [Da Brat]
  You know how Da Brat-tat get
  The dough stack what?
  Ready for combat get your head cracked
  What?
  Could cook a steak up and dice that paper
  Chop it up like onions to add that flavor
  I'm fresh even your mami wish I was her seed
  I rip a hole in the track as it bleed
  I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the heat
  Obviously it's evident I can't be beat, what?
  I strut in dem thirty-eight jeans or the fitted ones
  Either way you still wanna split something
  Could it be the curves in the waist? (What?)
  Or could it be the Suburban I push when I swerve through the place
  (Uh) Got the nerve to not be able to be replaced (Yeah)
  Haters can't tap in cause I can't be traced (Uh)
  This my house, don't speak until spoken to
  Disrespect me and I'm choking you what?
  Repeat 1
  [Jermaine](Destiny's Child)
  No uh come on
  (Do, do, do, do...)
  Put your hands up
  Put your hands up
  Put your hands up
  Repeat 1 (2x)
  [Destiny's Child]

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  You Bring The Freak Outshow lyrics

  You Bring The Freak Out

  [Chorus][Kandi]
  you make me TALK nasty nasty to ya
  DREAM about how i wanna do ya
  THINK what i used to think about you bring it out
  you show me how to use my tongue
  you just so yum yum tasty tasty
  love it when you take me and take me you bring the freak out in me
  [Da Brat]
  I'm freaky freaky
  gimme head head
  I wanna see how you go down, go down, go down and get fed
  come and get some tasty tasty
  lick each and every individual part and make me, make me
  come come a chameleon
  see a different position to do something different to the yum yum
  jump jump on top of the kitchen cabinet
  so you can stick it and pump pump
  Miss Harris when and wherever i feel like having
  save you some embrassment
  I'm an Aries and i ain't scared of shit
  dare to flinch then and there i'll make your chest hairs lift
  [Chorus]
  [Jermaine Dupri]
  Only you do ah, ah
  think about this and try try
  to kiss all the places
  missed by the basic lovin' of your guy-ah
  right in the park in the broad daylight
  real hard like we the only ones around
  back of the car, tearing you apart
  this how shit be goin' down
  when i pump you say harder harder
  love it when i bring my camcorder
  whipped cream, take everything
  even when we first got started started
  from the bedroom to the dancefloor
  to a slow tune up against the door
  to the up and down, to the in and out
  to the way you sound
  [Chorus]
  [Kandi] (Jermaine Dupri)
  are you gonna fuck me?
  (you think i'm not?)
  come on baby
  (i'm comin)
  lets fuck
  (i love it when you talk like that)
  yeh whatever, go down there
  (show me how to use my tongue)
  i want you to put your tongue right here
  (talk to me!)
  right there on there yeh
  [Da Brat]
  i'm a superfreak i do what you need
  i'm a slave for you, stay craving you
  i'm available, i'm unfadable
  and i'm capable to disable you
  i break you down, blow out your pipe
  turn out your lights and leave your wife
  lie me down on my back but don't let my Timberlands clap
  hit it up like its Wimbeldon
  don't spare a racquet 'cause Brat freaky like that
  just once taste of the nipple
  and two kisses will leave you crippled
  you done fell in love with shantizzle
  and i'ma keep you fiending for mizzo
  the 6-0 six-fo bizzo
  got one of the freakiest hizzo's

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Fire It Upshow lyrics

  Fire It Up

  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)

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  That's What I'm Lookin' For (Remix)show lyrics

  That's What I'm Lookin' For (Remix)

  [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)

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Witshow lyrics

  Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Wit

  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)

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Fa All Y'allshow lyrics

  Fa All Y'all

  (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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  In Luv Wit Chushow lyrics

  In Luv Wit Chu

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Im In Love Wit Youshow lyrics

  Im In Love Wit You

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Look At Me Nowshow lyrics

  Look At Me Now

  (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,

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Anuthafunkdafiedtantrumshow lyrics

  Anuthafunkdafiedtantrum

  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...
  so so def wit that mind blowin shit

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Hands In The Airshow lyrics

  Hands In The Air

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Gushy Wushyshow lyrics

  Gushy Wushy

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  I Was the Oneshow lyrics

  I Was the One

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  I Put You Onshow lyrics

  I Put You On

  [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)

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Anuthatantrumshow lyrics

  Anuthatantrum

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  All My Bitchesshow lyrics

  All My Bitches

  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...

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Ain't No Thangshow lyrics

  Ain't No Thang

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  FunkDaFiedshow lyrics

  FunkDaFied

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  (just A) Little Bit Moreshow lyrics

  (just A) Little Bit More

  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...

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Immortal Beloved (Outro)show lyrics

  Immortal Beloved (Outro)

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Where The Party At (So So Def Remix)show lyrics

  Where The Party At (So So Def Remix)

  [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)

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Ball Gameshow lyrics

  Ball Game

  [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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Unrestrictedshow lyrics

  Unrestricted

  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...
  Hook

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Let's All Get Highshow lyrics

  Let's All Get High

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Chi Townshow lyrics

  Chi Town

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  The Introductionshow lyrics

  The Introduction

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  It's Nothingshow lyrics

  It's Nothing

  [JD]
  So So Def
  1 [JD]
  For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
  All you Range Roves, it's nothing
  [Da Brat]
  So put jams in the tens and pent
  Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
  [JD]
  For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and
  Keep making hits, it's nothing
  [Da Brat]
  For me to lose a G and bet back three
  And let it stack, you know me
  [JD]
  It's nothing
  [JD]
  Flat shows, up all gold to watch
  This for show, I connect all the dots
  Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen
  Been where I been, do you even think about
  Coming hotter than
  You could find me at the T top, C T gray
  Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!
  I make that, get you real pissed off
  Seen a chick first time throw a trick off
  That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time
  Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it
  Like gray flow, like gray dough
  Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow
  Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through
  Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo
  Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras
  JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz
  Repeat 1
  [Da Brat]
  Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now
  Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin'
  down
  I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna
  Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome
  Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit
  Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique
  Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the
  plates?
  The chain? The wrist?
  Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump
  my shit
  Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch
  Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights
  If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints
  Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about
  to rock this joint
  Make they jump out they boxer draws
  And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all
  Repeat 1
  [R.O.C.]
  Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?
  You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose
  What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh
  You know what? Hold up, stop the beat
  R O C nigga, now drop the beat
  Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me
  Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary
  Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so
  gifted
  Wanna floss?
  ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I
  come across
  Close your mouth hon, I run
  Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk?
  Billboard
  Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks
  Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?
  Repeat 1
  [JD]
  So did we make y'all rock?
  For me to make y'all rock
  For me to make y'all rock
  Shit, it's nothing
  For me to make y'all rock
  For me to make y'all rock
  For me to make y'all rock
  It's nothing

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Who I Amshow lyrics

  Who I Am

  [Intro]
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me
  (Oh yes! Da Brat is in the fucking building!)
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me
  (Oh yes! So So Def is in the building!)
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me
  [Verse 1]
  You can nod your head in your jeep or your car
  Cos I'm the coldest human being that you've heard thus far
  My rhymes is more hotter, I still pack a whole lotta
  Nobody can't touch Shawntae the showstopper
  I do my thang with a? swang
  The lyrics I bring keeps the niggas hating
  And to the tick-tock ya don't stop
  Would ya believe I ain't never left the scene
  I coulda stayed in your face but I waited in the wings
  Patiently til the coast was clear, some hoes ain't gon' have no hope this year
  When I kill it I murder it dead, sippin' on some remi uh!
  As for my competition find them in the hospital bed nigga
  Wishin' they ain't had no confrontation with Brat
  Trippin' they whole body, mummy wrapped, up in the cask
  Gotta sip through a straw now and piss in they pants
  [Chorus - repeat 2X]
  Well well well, I'll be damned
  I might as well tell you who I am
  I am the capital B-R-A-T
  And it's shockin' I'm the one you mockin'
  (Oh yes!)
  [Verse 2]
  JD, lemme get one of them beats please
  DJ this motherfucker while I spit 16
  Replay this motherfucker for the radio show
  It's all about who you know and I know everybody
  You're the receiver, we dealin' for heat
  Make you a believer So So technique
  The freaks come out at night and it's two in the mornin' so what you gon' do?
  I'm at the studio yawnin' JD sayin' I can have company so come on through
  Don't you? Love my? cos it rings yo' bell
  I'm more tender than a roni and I'm hard as hell
  If you ever wonder where I'm goin' - straight up top
  And I'm the best from the West of Chi
  On my block we gunnin' we runnin' shit til we die we high
  I make a nigga so sick to the stomach cos I'm fly!
  [Chorus - repeat 2X]
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me
  [Verse 3]
  I got the strength to make it through the rainy weather and storms
  But I don't got the patience waitin' on the doe to come
  I chase it until the job is done
  Ain't nothin' basic about me I'm the livest one
  I'm on fire, now I see why ya, bitches wanna bite me like a vampire
  It's just the way that I am, really don't give a damn
  From the fat on your back it's a fact that you wack
  And you wanna be Da Brat
  That'll never happen come on! That's suicide
  You might as well put your neck in a noose
  Take ten vicaden and chase it wit grey goose
  Or start your car in the garage with the door down
  Sit down and think about where the crown sittin'
  It's where it s'posed to be, the dome of the B to the R-A-T
  With So So Def new addition nigga ABC

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Naiveshow lyrics

  Naive

  Chorus x2
  I know you think I'm young and naive
  But you gotta trust in me
  To be strong and responsible
  'Cause I think I’m in love
  1st Verse
  Solange: Don't try to tell me this ain't real
  It's in the way he makes me feel
  I think my baby is the one
  It's in the way he holds it down
  Beyoncé: I know you think that this is real
  I know exactly how you feel
  To young to know if he's the one
  Girl you got time so slow it down
  Chorus x2
  Bridge
  Solange: It's to complicated
  To explain my relationship
  My friends are hating
  Cause they ain’t feelin’ what I’m feelin’
  Leave me alone
  And just let me be
  Find your own thing
  And get off of me
  Beyoncé: It's not complicated girl
  I've been where you are before
  I'm not underrating
  I'm just tryin' to protect your feelings
  Solange listen to me understand what I'm saying
  You’ll realize one day
  How much I care
  Chorus x2
  Verse 2
  Da Brat: Solange you might love the boy
  Even sneak around the corner kiss and hug the boy
  But Beyoncé been there before
  And she wouldn't want anybody to hurt you
  Cause Matthew would drill the boy
  And I can't ignore that you young
  We just don't want you to get sprung
  On some young dumb-dumb with no crumbs
  Get all up in your heart and then run
  Gettin' your heart broke is no fun
  Neither is somebody telling you he not the one
  You gotta learn for yourself though
  And if you don't experience things
  Then you'll never know
  I don't want you wishing
  You coulda, shoulda, woulda did it
  But you didn't
  Listening to other people's advice
  It’s your life
  Make your own decisions really
  Bridge

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Ladies Night (Not Tonight Remix)show lyrics

  Ladies Night (Not Tonight Remix)

  {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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Miss Pimp (cherish)show lyrics

  Miss Pimp (cherish)

  Jermaine Dupri:
  Yo,This one of them one's when they come on they make you wanna say OH you can't listen to this low man, you gotta turn it up know wad i'm saying? OH yeah, Cherish so,so def y'all know OH time to go man double 03 Feliesha Holla at them
  verse 1:
  If I walked up and said "what's up" would you give me that look and act like you're tough? As i walked back would you give me the eye admiring my strut checkin out my look see you look like you'd be the type that be getting numbers all night,night,night if i'm right baby thats all right you be getting numbers so do I
  Chorus:
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  Verse 2:
  Sweety i'm no freak so you won't have me, but i have you messed up with the words you speak we could be just friends but you will catch feelings you be calling me up and you be checking in I know this might sound like it's hype but if i want you boy you'll be MINE, MINE, MINE one talk my conversation's tight plus now i got you curious right?
  Chorus:
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  Verse 3:
  Our name is C-H-E-R-I crooked letter H and we don't Pla-ay when it comes to pimpin this Music pimpin these tracks,pimpin this game until we get paid we gonna P-I-M-P this music industry until everyone know's our names (wad your name is?) Feliesha,Farrah,Fallon,and Neosha's got you up in these vocals is what you gon' be saying
  Chorous:
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  Da Brat:
  I cherish being a pimp it aint neccessarily bad i'm not embarassed to demonstrate pop partay they call me miss harris favourite color is orange characther is glowing i'm judged from my head to my toe and it's obvious it's showing cause i'm holding my club don't bother us when it's day time everyday play time this day it shine i aint got no other choice than to blow your mind i'm more social than a lutenant when it's cold i'm in the drape to the flow cinchilla i look good in it with the hood in it 600 wool in it we running get money dis hunny aint bullshit still with it funny aint it?your pimp show takin' don't hate on me why dont you go and get you some?i'm saying my whole crew banging we stay sharp as tack JD and Brat pimpin this industry to the max believe that!
  Chorous:
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me
  You can call me M-I crooked letter crooked letter P-I-M-P i know you think got game but baby let me tell you you aint got more than me

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  World Premiereshow lyrics

  World Premiere

  Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
  Some fine ass girl walked by
  And she was lookin, I'm lookin back
  She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car"
  I said I beg your motherf**kin pardon
  Them is Michael Jordan's baby
  She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with
  A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer
  The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
  Uh, holla at 'em
  Brooklyn is what I'm reppin
  Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction
  Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections
  Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention
  I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin
  Cross my path, shots blast instant
  Extort your ass the kid got henchmens
  The whole Brooklyn for instance
  Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin
  A best seller's what I'm inkin
  Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin
  Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em
  Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em
  Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast
  Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash
  I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash
  is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast
  Yeah, uh huh
  Yo, You really don't wanna get hit
  Hot lid when I empty the clip
  Drop kid if you droppin your lip
  Never know enough about but I talk shit
  You must wanna eat up my clit
  Everything we ever did on is sick
  We don't have a party, we rich
  We cut it up with anybody we with
  And I'm the main one, havin to fit
  Can't nobody do it like this
  I got a gat by the side like my man Big
  Stand out on that song he did with me
  You feelin the presence of So So Def
  Rest assure we gettin the money
  crush your label there's no more left
  Just fables fictional characters I
  Stay away from those who
  embellish the truth and LIE
  I'm kickin the same shit you been
  used to since "Funkdafied"
  Let your mind escape, you layed
  away back and enjoy the RIDE
  Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays
  Shoot all my Tequila straight
  Catch me at the bar of the bay
  I might even buy you a little drank
  We been choppin paper for years
  Ain't scared of you niggaz out here
  Some of ya'll might think we disappear
  But everytime the resurgence is clear
  Yo, yo
  Brooklyn has to be two of the illest
  Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it
  Like I wanna do it, like I do it
  When I done it
  PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine
  Just rhymin with Benz or
  present with the Coupe-a
  Drive my lifestyle down
  I'm between lines and my new slip
  2003, M.O.P. nigga you see
  My fundamentals of a street life nigga
  Cuffin her hair, have it over left
  nothin to fear, BIATCH!
  Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play!
  (COME OUT AND PLAY)
  From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK)
  We a whole different breed of men
  you need to squeeze us in
  We'll get in where we fit in like
  BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK
  Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken
  We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn
  It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it
  You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
  We God!
  Yeah, you see this shit right?
  You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def
  You dig, this is a World Premiere
  JD, this is a World Premiere
  You dig? hahaha, yeah

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Da Bratshow lyrics

  Da Brat

  (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,

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  At The Clubshow lyrics

  At The Club

  (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,

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Breeve On Emshow lyrics

  Breeve On Em

  (Da Brat)
  I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it
  locked
  Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas
  I came to make y'all freak one another
  I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin'
  We keep watching niggas die for simple things
  So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up
  Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust
  (22)
  Now I don't stop, but I smoke weed
  I ain't gotta pop rocks no more I got G's
  Just wave you hands from side to side
  Cause we gone show keep it live
  We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin', I keep
  rippin'
  I keep women, I creep and keep hittin'
  They impressed with my shoe size, deuce I'm with
  you tonight
  Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice
  (Da Brat)
  When I'm called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on
  with us
  Can't ball with us, too hard to touch
  22 fuckin' up they callin' us
  (22)
  Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust
  They keep rushin' for status, some more than you got
  All for cabbage as far as we got it
  (Da Brat)
  So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge
  Bout to go loco on these niggas, leave'em for dead,
  (22)
  When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut
  I'm 22, We West-Chi
  (Da Brat)
  And I'm da motherfuckin' Brat right
  Hook: (say 2x)
  If you won't ride then say so, why play make dough
  Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes
  Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best
  blow
  It's potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours
  (22)
  When I hit the door, nigga best move, guess who
  We ain't got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves
  and a vest too
  Test who why you trippin' we came to party
  Run game and probably leave the party with
  somebody
  Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it
  And when I fuck 'em they hypnotized
  Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes
  Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown
  In my zone, I'm a grown man, gone I ain't tryin' to
  keep her
  She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep
  creepin'
  Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a
  sudden
  A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she
  Scared to cut fuckin' too many hoes, me I got
  Twenty hoes, I'ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough,
  see a show
  Let it be known playa west to east
  Cause I'm the dog that fell in love with the Georgia
  Peach
  Hook
  (Da Brat)
  I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga I thought not
  Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked
  Got too much of my own shit to stop
  And look for niggas, when I make any dick rock
  Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say
  They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed
  and shit
  Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and I'm
  Brat
  One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find
  On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click,
  believe a bitch
  Cause ain't no nigga hated on the pussy yet
  Squeeze the dick, got grip, they can't forget
  Ain't a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me
  Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me
  They say is she is or is she ain't a dyke
  You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Runnin' Out Of Timeshow lyrics

  Runnin' Out Of Time

  Wonderin' where you been, baby, baby?
  I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
  We've been runnin' out of time 'cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
  I've been sittin' home alone at night, I've been cryin'
  We've been runnin' out of time, tired of your lying
  Really though how much time you think I got?
  The clock is ticking, it's ticking away
  You're slippin' away fucking the honeys on the block stop
  'Cause if I gotta drop kick a ho, I'll kill her fa'sure
  Let's stick around till the murder occurs
  How you gonna creep with me and sleep with her?
  At the moment of time when I heard the news
  My vision must have been blurred
  'Cause I ain't think you deserve to lose the nerve for fools
  Shit people were saying was absurd to me
  But I certainly never thought you would take it to the degree
  Of hurtin' me, purposely
  We were supposed to be husband and wife
  So I dedicated my life to you
  Why? So you could keep a chick on the side
  'Cause if I sneak a dick on the side you lookin' to die
  And booking me a ticket to Chi cause you choose to lie
  I need a nigga with an attitude, maturative mind
  Give me gratitude when I'm giving him shine
  No matter who the bastard was, I was past his love
  But he never ran fast enough
  I'm a master at the craft 'cause I roll with some master thugs
  Laughin' as I pass you up
  Should've told me that you wanted to get ass and fuck
  I would've set it up so we all had some fun
  You assist to get around, I'll be the aid and assist you to get out
  Thank them hoes cause you're shit out of luck
  And I don't regret what I spit out and bust
  I'm sick and tired of you us, I had enough for this sittin' at home
  Cryin' 'n' stuff 'n' being alone
  Nigga if you want to roam the streets then just let me be
  There's a whole gang of niggas that wanna hit my sheets
  I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
  We've been runnin' out of time 'cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
  I've been sittin' home alone at night, I've been cryin'
  Shit, all I ever did was wait and look out the window
  And smoke me some endo
  It drove me to drinkin' and getting bent mo'
  Gave myself 100% more time to think, was love designed to stink?
  Repeatedly you lied to me, told you to confide in me
  Ain't nothin' them other hoes could do 'cause I molded you
  To fit properly was inside of me
  When you're strokin' them, you're thinkin' of riding me
  And most of them hopin' to slide with me 'cause I'm a ferocious hoe
  When it comes to freaky shit the dopest, you had to blow this
  It's all out of proportion and lost your focus
  Wasting my time cause I'm just getting older
  You're the reason I keep a chip on my shoulder
  44 in the holster bulletproof vest under my clothes
  I'm supposed to trust you
  Every time I leave town I bust you, fuck you, the moanin' and groanin'
  Led me to the pillow where you laid your head
  Felt like I'd rather be dead instead
  Went ahead followed the sound through the hallway
  You said you'd always be true
  But the neighbors say the bitch was there all day with you
  That's why you ain't answered when I was pagin' you
  I hit the door, you duck and dove, she tried to find her clothes
  Y'all was dodging bullets holes together
  You gonna stay with that broke hefer
  You know who the So So Defest is
  I ain't gotta show a motherfucker breastesses to keep 'em interested in
  You better recognize the good investment
  From the West Side of Chi nigga
  I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
  We've been runnin' out of time 'cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
  I've been sittin' home alone at night, I've been cryin'
  We've been runnin' out of time, tired of your lying
  I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
  We've been runnin' out of time 'cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
  I've been sittin' home alone at night, I've been cryin'
  We've been runnin' out of time, tired of your lying

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Leave Me Aloneshow lyrics

  Leave Me Alone

  Yo, Dont be talkin' to me about no motherf**kin' problems.
  Don't be talkin' to me about shit I don't wanna argue.
  I don't wanna do shit, I just want a motherf**kin' smoke.
  When I'm smokin don't f**k with me.

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  High Come Downshow lyrics

  High Come Down

  [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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  We Readyshow lyrics

  We Ready

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Pink Lemonadeshow lyrics

  Pink Lemonade

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  What's On Ya Mindshow lyrics

  What's On Ya Mind

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  What'Chu Likeshow lyrics

  What'Chu Like

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Chuchshow lyrics

  Chuch

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Churchshow lyrics

  Church

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Racksshow lyrics

  Racks

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Boomshow lyrics

  Boom

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Turned Upshow lyrics

  Turned Up

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Motivationshow lyrics

  Motivation

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  My Beliefsshow lyrics

  My Beliefs

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Sittin' On Top Of The Worldshow lyrics

  Sittin' On Top Of The World

  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...

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  That's What I'm Looking Forshow lyrics

  That's What I'm Looking For

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Lyrical Molestationshow lyrics

  Lyrical Molestation

  [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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Make it Happen'show lyrics

  Make it Happen'

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  May Da Funk Be Wit 'Chashow lyrics

  May Da Funk Be Wit 'Cha

  (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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Mind Blowin'show lyrics

  Mind Blowin'

  [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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  In Love Wit Chushow lyrics

  In Love Wit Chu

  Yeah, LT
  And it's the brat tat, tat y'all
  And it's another album nigga
  And it's so phat, phat, phat y'all
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing I won't do for my baby
  You drive me crazy and it makes me say
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing 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' and turning, it's you
  When my body yearnin', it's you
  I'm in love like Maxwell
  You see me cryin' but I just can't help it
  My self esteem is even higher when I'm 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 it's hard as hell
  I get abusive with the flows on me
  When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me
  'Cuz I'm so smooth and it's real not phony
  Fuck with a nigga you'll never be lonely
  It's been official I'm hot and since you is, let's do this
  It seems I been shot by Cupid am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid
  'Cuz ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing I won't do for my baby
  You drive me crazy and it makes me say
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing nobody can say
  'Cuz you're the one for me, baby
  I'm in love wit chu more than my car, more than my house
  More than the night I keep your name comin' out my mouth
  If I can't get you off my mind
  Finally found somebody who sees me beside what's on the out side
  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 ain't right, how you feeling on my booty
  It's 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
  And on purpose I'm swerving all the way to ya heart
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing I won't do for my baby
  You drive me crazy and it makes me say
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing 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' and turning, 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' and turning, it's you
  When my body yearnin', it's you
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing I won't do for my baby
  You drive me crazy and it makes me say
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing nobody can say
  'Cuz you're the one for me, baby
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing I won't do for my baby
  You drive me crazy and it makes me say
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing nobody can say
  'Cuz you're the one for me, baby
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing I won't do for my baby
  You drive me crazy and it makes me say
  Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love
  I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu
  And there ain't nothing nobody can say
  'Cuz you're the one for me, baby
  Yeah, LT
  And it's the brat tat, tat y'all
  And it's another album nigga

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Live It Upshow lyrics

  Live It Up

  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

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Get It Get Itshow lyrics

  Get It Get It

  (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!

• Play in Full Screen
  Play Karaoke in Full Screen
  Da Bratshow lyrics

  Da Brat

  (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?)