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from Wasabi (와사비) by Eric Serra [ost] (2001)
(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 Nothing but the funk |
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from Mariah Carey 11집 - E=Mc² (2008)
It′s 4real4real 4real4real 4real4real 4real4real
4real4real 4real4real 4real4real 4real4real It′s 4real4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Sometimes you be blowin′ my mind If you were mine I′d take my time with you but On the low I′m shy though I front like I′m So next level fly With them other guys Really I wanna reach out and just touch you If you could only realize how much I like to Come knock knockin′ at your door Give ol′ girl the heave ho And give a demonstration of what it′s like When it′s 4real4real 100 percent 4real Hotter than cable TV Like something out of your dreams It′s 4real4real Million percent the deal So I′ll just keep doin′ me And eventually you′ll see I′m 4real4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real All my friends say I′m wastin′ my time on you Tryin′ to dissuade me with schemes Wanna make you less than you seem But I′m not that one, to listen to dumb Chicks that want to be, where I′m gonna be Really I wanna reach out and just touch you If you could only realize how much I′d like to Lay myself down next to you fall asleep Watching cartoons And wake you up with somethin′ good Cause it′s real When it′s 4real4real 100 percent 4real Hotter than cable TV Like something out of your dreams It′s 4real4real Million percent the deal So I′ll just keep doin′ me And eventually you′ll see I′m 4real4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real This ain′t for play, ain′t for play I been trynna figure it out How to come at you off tay day It′s morning And I wanna Shirley Murdock ya like that, sweet? Lately But on the low rock a shout like MJ I don′t know what to say, say, say But I know who I wanna do, do, do I′m for real, for real, that′s you, you, you You ain′t ever met nobody like me, me, me I don′t need Comcast inside I like TV Lemme demonstrate how it′s supposed to be Cuz it′s something you can′t imagine Like outta ya dreams Obviously people gon hate on me They Don′t want me to date on you They Don′t want you with a paid woman But they can′t deny They got Mariah since day one When it′s 4real4real 100 percent 4real Hotter than cable TV Like something out of your dreams It′s 4real4real Million percent the deal So I′ll just keep doin′ me And eventually you′ll see I′m 4real4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real When it′s 4real4real 100 percent 4real Hotter than cable TV Like something out of your dreams It′s 4real4real Million percent the deal So I′ll just keep doin′ me And eventually you′ll see I′m 4real4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real Baby it′s baby it′s 4real 4real 4real |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz [ep] (2003)
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 honey if u hear me |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
So so def
Hey shorty How we do Hey shorty I'm all about that paper dough Can you see me You know yeah As the clock keep ticking tick, tick gotta keep my vision bleary, I'm in a hurry to get this paper don't worry I'm a dough chaser I'm Still living my dreams wheather its hustling, shaking And shuffling niggas around I'm getting more greater And its the gang shit that I ain't seen yet And its the gang niggas I ain't meet yet Even though I been to Paris and London and rome, Japan, Africa, Baghdad Amsterdam brought back a phat sack And I'm rolling dem joints chrome flashing sparkling like gucci colins When I throw on that boostey You niggas can't stop slobbing I'm a pretty young thug and its hotter than ever Fucking it up so I get paid to do stuff never When this cheddar at stake I'm a chain billionaire blow a couple of millon Some cars so my family and homies can ride like stars [Chorus: x2] I'm all about the money I don't 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 ain't got time to waste Honey yeah yeah Now understand me cause its not complex I'm young and restless with one life to Live so I cash checks I'm individually wrapped liked a fresh twinkie So if I cream in the middle Nigga licky, licky, licky, licky Become sponge bob absorb me up Can't just polish this I demolish the flow Niggaz astonished when I spit When I'm 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 Sour on the g4 to Cali for more sticky gravy 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 didn't even turn the loot in' I'm shootin' its all cause of you lame ass butlers When I smirk if devils could talk mine would say fuck ya! [Chorus: x2] Its so so def How could the cans get dropped From the mansion to the high rise to the block we hot I rock the white people the Latinos and foreigners Niggas can't see me when they cry I scratch out there corniers I'm warning ya I was born a winner I scare crowed off like that Anna Lotono Did right after she sang 'home in the weares After the blizzard that's When I came through with them frosted pieces was dripping like icicles Keep a few of dem precious V-V-S's next to my skin So with the best investment jems ain't no second guessing its here Ain't 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 A-T-M dummy So when you done bumping your gums there's 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] Honey if you hear me |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
So so def
Hey shorty How we do Hey shorty I'm all about that paper dough Can you see me You know yeah As the clock keep ticking tick, tick gotta keep my vision bleary, I'm in a hurry to get this paper don't worry I'm a dough chaser I'm Still living my dreams wheather its hustling, shaking And shuffling niggas around I'm getting more greater And its the gang shit that I ain't seen yet And its the gang niggas I ain't meet yet Even though I been to Paris and London and rome, Japan, Africa, Baghdad Amsterdam brought back a phat sack And I'm rolling dem joints chrome flashing sparkling like gucci colins When I throw on that boostey You niggas can't stop slobbing I'm a pretty young thug and its hotter than ever Fucking it up so I get paid to do stuff never When this cheddar at stake I'm a chain billionaire blow a couple of millon Some cars so my family and homies can ride like stars [Chorus: x2] I'm all about the money I don't 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 ain't got time to waste Honey yeah yeah Now understand me cause its not complex I'm young and restless with one life to Live so I cash checks I'm individually wrapped liked a fresh twinkie So if I cream in the middle Nigga licky, licky, licky, licky Become sponge bob absorb me up Can't just polish this I demolish the flow Niggaz astonished when I spit When I'm 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 Sour on the g4 to Cali for more sticky gravy 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 didn't even turn the loot in' I'm shootin' its all cause of you lame ass butlers When I smirk if devils could talk mine would say fuck ya! [Chorus: x2] Its so so def How could the cans get dropped From the mansion to the high rise to the block we hot I rock the white people the Latinos and foreigners Niggas can't see me when they cry I scratch out there corniers I'm warning ya I was born a winner I scare crowed off like that Anna Lotono Did right after she sang 'home in the weares After the blizzard that's When I came through with them frosted pieces was dripping like icicles Keep a few of dem precious V-V-S's next to my skin So with the best investment jems ain't no second guessing its here Ain't 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 A-T-M dummy So when you done bumping your gums there's 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] Honey if you hear me |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
Yo, puttin' down, definition
Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean (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 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 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 (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 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 From around the mountain, to the place that chu' call ya block It's that nigga with no nuts but cha' still on jock Highly (Why you) why me cause I rap tightly And ain't no need for you to even try me From sunrise to sunset I keeps niggas in check It's the i-itiful, dopest individual Who gets wreck, for all places and all races First come, first serve basis (Ain't no half steppin') Cause Brat's spittin' shit like an automatic weapon Ain't no room for no flaws in this click (Cause the shit that we make is the funky shit) Ya know (NIGGA!) I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!) Step and get broke up loc How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang) Puttin' down puttin down cause it ain't no thang |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Wednesday 4:20p.m.
Don't you fuckin' hang up on me! Who the fuck do you think you are? You know who the fuck your hangin up on? Don't fuckin' hang up on me! I'm sick of these bitches man. Wednesday 8:20p.m. Jermaine!!!!!, where are you? Oh God, God, mo' bitches. You know I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches. I'm about sick of these dumb motherfuckers on bullshit. Well, you know bitches be playin' to many games you know we don't play no games. Man fuck niggaz all you dumb motherfuckers trip. *Now playas don't you hate when the girl try to make you wait when you know deep down she wanna get down but she keep talking, deaf, and playing around. Now ladies (Huh?) Don't you hate when a nigga try try to fuck on the first date thinking that we mean yes when we say no and they spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go. It's funny how niggaz get bitch then and wanna fuck 'til their stiff dick get limb gotta pay for my shit, my rent, my six love me like a love the dough with interest I don't flush with no broke nigga, regardless if its hard then it start spinnin' keep me grinning with phat shit we can fuck 'til the spring pop on the mack the fact is I'm a fly bitch I show that you motherfuckers would love to hit it and brat know that some of ya'll give head to quick in the bed to quick first think of them chicks bitch if he leave you could still breathe through the week with a few G-Stacks easy if its me you wanna get at I'm brit at invest is a pussy ass *Repeat Now it's funny how bitches get a nigga bent trying to act so god damn innocent wit all that shit ya'll put us through and ya'll know you want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that can see through shit I don't do shit 'til we do shit, rich bitch so the trickin ain't nothing and if I trick somebody fuckin' now I'm a playa I show that and what I do don't stop, you know that see a lot of ya'll trick and get caught not me if I trick I give head on the spot on the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top see it taste good don't it so why the fuck you frontin' when you know you want it *Repeat When I need the money I know who to hit When I make the call you better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like ya'll don't trick 'Cause when I call you jump jump jump to it *Repeat (x3) Come On, Rock On |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
Wednesday: 4:20 P.M.
Don't you f**kin' hang up on me, who the f**k do you think you are? Do you know who the f**k your hanging up on? Don't f**kin' hang up on me (Oh man I'm sick of these bitches) Wednesday: 8:20 P.M. Jermaine? where are you? (Oh God, God, more bitches) JD - Ya know, I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches Da Brat - I'm about sick of these dumb muthaf**kas that bullshit JD - Ya know, bitches be playin' too many games, ya know, we don't play no games Da Brat - Man, f**k niggas, all of ya's are dumb muthaf**kas pricks JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (Da Brat) It's funny how niggas get a bitch bent, and wanna f**k till there stiff dick get lift Gotta pay for my shit, my grit, my six, love me like I love a dog with interest I don't flaunt for no broke nigga with garnet, if his heart's in it start spinnin' Keep me grinnin' with that shit, we could f**k till the springs pop on the matress The fact is I'ma flat bitch, I show that, you muthaf**kas would love to hit 'em in bed, no doubt Some of ya'll give head too quick, in the bed too quick, first think of them chest then If he leave you, you could still grieve through the weak with a few G snacks, easy If it's me you wanna get at, I'm with that, invest in some pussy ass grit at JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (JD) It's funny how bitches get a nigga bent, tryin' to act so god damn innocent With all that shit ya'll put us through when ya'll know ya'll want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that could see through shit, I don't do shit til' we do shit for rich, bitch For the tricken' ain't nothing, if I trick, somebodies f**kin' I'ma playa, I show that and what I do don't stop, know that See a lot of ya'll trick and get got, not me, if I trick I get head on the spot On the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top See it tastes good, don't it? - So why the f**k ya'll front when ya know ya want it JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (LaTocha Scott of Xscape) When I need the money, I know who to hit When I make the call, ya better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like God on it 'cause when I call, you jump jump jump to it JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go Repeat 2 more times |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro) Anuthatantrum to the ruck it, Don't give a fuck, I'm denied nothing, gotta still get it, Spoiled rotten, real with it, Deal with it, Don't you feel me living in you? When muthafuckas make promises and can't come through, Anuthatantrum to the ruck it, Don't give a fuck, I'm denied nothing, gotta still get it, Spoiled rotten, real with it, Deal with it, Don't you feel me living in you? When muthafuckas make promises and can't come through. Whatever obstacles that detour me from getting my way, I gets revenge to the end then begin the foreplay, My forte is sipping Alize and acting up, Looked into your mirror at your face you started backing up, What the fuck? You slowly step away and started panic, As you witness anuthatantrum, fantastic, mantic, keeping niggas frantic, Your manner don't wanna be told shit, If I can't get it you might feel my spirit off on another mission, Fishing for my next victim with no permission, Switching bodies, had to get some new Gotti's put on the Benz, Jumped in the minds of many mens with no patience, The worst thing to do is wait and waste time, It's constantly sipping away taking, Manipulating all ages, bring the frustration, Waiting for the lift of my karat to face in your location, Appearing crazy on track, but seen daily, Some say shadey, but so what muthafucker |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
{interlude}
[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 f**k up and drink man [girl] Hold up, hold up you wanna see me blow some shit out of proportion What the f**k you talkin' 'bout oh shit! what the f**k is you lookin' over there for? [guy] Ay yo whatever man [girl] Yo that's my word, if you look over there one more f**king time, I'mma smack the shit outta you yo! |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
(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 So, So |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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 So, So |
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from Hardball (하드볼) by Mark Isham [ost] (2001)
[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 Ya dig |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
Verse 1: (Beyonce)
Now that you are 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 You thought that I'd be helpless without you, but I'm smarter You thought that I'd be stressed without ya, but I'm chillin' You thought I wouldn't sell without ya sold 9 million Chorus: I'm a survivor (what), I'm not gonna give up (what) I'm not gon stop (what), I'm gonna work harder (what) I'm a survivor (what), I'm gonna make it (what) I'm a survivor (what), keep on survivin' (what) Verse 2: (Beyonce) Thought I couldn't breath without ya I'm inhalin You thought I couldn't see without ya perfect vision You thought I couldn't last without ya, but I'm lastin You thought that I would die without ya but I'm livin' thought that i would fail w/o ya but I'm on top thought that it would be over by now but it won't stop thought that i would self destruct but I'm still here even in my years to come I'm still gonna be here Chorus: I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon stop I'm gonna work harder I a survivor I'm gonna make it I'm a survivor keep on survivin (Kelly) I'm wishin you the best, pray that you are blessed 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 or yo family yo I'm better than that I'm not gon hate on you in the magazine I'm better than that I'm not gon compromise my Christianity I'm better than that You know I'm not gonna diss you on the internet cause my mama taught me better than that Chorus: (Beyonce and Michelle) Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Michelle) after all of the darkness and sadness soon comes happiness if i surround myself with positive things I'll gain posterity chorus to the end |
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from Da Brat - Boom [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Boom [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Boom [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Boom [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Boom [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Boom [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Boom [single] (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me [Chorus] Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your man Bitch! I fucked your man Boom! I fucked your boyfriend And I`d do it again [Verse 1] When I first saw your man we 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 (not tomorrow) 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 Its 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] You came to the bathroom And guess what you saw You saw my big brown titties 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 [Chorus] [Outro] 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 It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him I fucked your man Shit bitch we more than friends |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
(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 it 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, and (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 me 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 Hook |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
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 Chorus: say 2x |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
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 Chorus: say 2x |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz [ep] (2003)
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, 'cause im 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, 'cause I'm chuch.
Chorus:Cee-lo and Da Brat 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!) Verse 2: Da Brat 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 'cause I'm too busy bein the leader you follow. Nigga I'm cold blooded in a mustard color farrari. Somebody showl 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. Chorus Verse 3: 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 muthaf**king hat to match, nigga, that's chuch! Chorus 2x |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
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, 'cause im 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, 'cause I'm chuch.
Chorus:Cee-lo and Da Brat 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!) Verse 2: Da Brat 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 'cause I'm too busy bein the leader you follow. Nigga I'm cold blooded in a mustard color farrari. Somebody showl 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. Chorus Verse 3: 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 muthaf**king hat to match, nigga, that's chuch! Chorus 2x |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
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, 'cause im 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, 'cause I'm chuch.
Chorus:Cee-lo and Da Brat 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!) Verse 2: Da Brat 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 'cause I'm too busy bein the leader you follow. Nigga I'm cold blooded in a mustard color farrari. Somebody showl 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. Chorus Verse 3: 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 muthaf**king hat to match, nigga, that's chuch! Chorus 2x |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
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 To the microphone which I'm known to rock Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop I know you still feel The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel To the king that I may very be The macadocious A-town player the M-A-C (Hook) |
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from Bad Boys (나쁜 녀석들) by Mark Mancina [ost] (1995)
B Side, B side, check it
SoSoDef, Bad Boy, collaboration The Notorious BIG's in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it I got beats and beats That ya love to rock to Funk from my trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause yo, correct way to get your groove on, flossin I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Now I be the one that you can't mess wit 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 you're tryin to figure how I came with this style of mine remain, in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip Brat and Biggie Smalls oh shit, on top of all that, I'm so-so remarkable, flow, making competition know ain't any MC coming close to the Notorious B.I.G. baby, baby I never knew that you never had a clue of who was the king of the street more deep than a range rover jeep, guns under the seat and my man just came home from work release, chrysalis in my lap, chronic in the air (now Biggie pass what's lit like you just don't care) yeah, you on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs when I'm pissed, release the rolex from your wrist baby, no human being, Korean or European be seeing what we be seeing, now they be peeing in they drawers, because Biggie Smalls will spark a weed brat-tat-tat please speak just close your eyes, cause you already see (fool) the Notorious B-R-A-T The raw combination destination, number one tote a gun with no hestiation live with the funkdified cutie pie gat by the side, the Smalls by her side, if you mess with her you gots to mess with me and we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak I got the funk in my pocket, keep it locked down shorty you know who represents them platinuim sound now Biggie, baby, I done heard that Juicy didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B you're pledging to wreck with a notorious hustler ready to die jump in the benz, took me a little ride round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef and told the homey JD I was the one, buck the rest we Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teaching me how to really survive rather it be, track or blunt, ain't no need to front got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nucka we come in mass, is clipping ass, my glass is full of moet the rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, b to the r, ah, a-t rolling off swoll on chrome 17 |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
B Side, B side, check it SoSoDef, Bad Boy, collaboration The Notorious BIG's in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it I got beats and beats That ya love to rock to Funk from my trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause yo, correct way to get your groove on, flossin I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Now I be the one that you can't mess wit They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new found friend [Da Brat] sliding in from the front, never way behind you're tryin to figure how I came with this style of mine remain, in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip Brat and Biggie Smalls [Notorious B.I.G.] oh shit, on top of all that, I'm so-so remarkable, flow, making competition know ain't any MC coming close to the Notorious B.I.G. baby, baby [Chorus] [Notorious B.I.G.] I never knew that you never had a clue of who was the king of the street more deep than a range rover jeep, guns under the seat and my man just came home from work release, chrysalis in my lap, chronic in the air (now Biggie pass what's lit like you just don't care) yeah, you on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs when I'm pissed, release the rolex from your wrist baby, no human being, Korean or European be seeing what we be seeing, now they be peeing in they drawers, because Biggie Smalls will spark a weed brat-tat-tat please speak [Da Brat] just close your eyes, cause you already see (fool) the Notorious B-R-A-T [Notorious B.I.G.] The raw combination destination, number one tote a gun with no hestiation live with the funkdified cutie pie gat by the side, the Smalls by her side, if you mess with her you gots to mess with me and we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby [Chorus] Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak [Da Brat] I got the funk in my pocket, keep it locked down shorty you know who represents them platinuim sound now Biggie, baby, I done heard that Juicy didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B you're pledging to wreck with a notorious hustler ready to die jump in the benz, took me a little ride round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef and told the homey JD I was the one, buck the rest we Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teaching me how to really survive rather it be, track or blunt, ain't no need to front got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nucka we come in mass, is clipping ass, my glass is full of moet the rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, b to the r, ah, a-t rolling off swoll on chrome 17 [Chorus] |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
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) Chorus |
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from Bow Wow - The Price Of Fame (2007)
Jermaine Dupri:
Yo..you ever be out & see somebody that you want right then & there, you don't even feel like talkin' you just wanna walk right up to 'em & be like.. [Chorus:] Bow Wow : Hey shorty, what I gotta do ? Da Brat : Say what ? Bow Wow : To get one night with you. Da Brat : One night. Bow Wow : I ain't tryin' to play no game. Da Brat : Is that right? Bow Wow : I'm just tryin' to do to the Damn Thing. Da Brat : Hey boy first let me say. Bow Wow : Uh huh... what up? Da Brat : If I ever let you play. Bow Wow : Uh huh... Da Brat : Never would leave you on this thing. Bow Wow : Why? Da Brat : 'Cause I know for doin' my Damn Thing Bow Wow :No gas liquid in this young fly mister I could turn a honda to 7-45 whipper Shorty if I ride wit you that would be a nice picture If somebody say chese they talkin' 'about me Like hey Nah holla back though I gotta lotta that I could have you in some true religons louis this gucci that Shake what she gave ya Your mama would be proud of that Once I get you back some. You ain't gon' know how to act You on fire Oh I think I Oh I think I like ya Boy I think I Boy I think I might just Let you hold the Lambo let you ride the Coup Spend rubberband banks girl tell, me tell me. [Chorus:] I see you runnin' round wit these regular cats I was just thinkin' to myself you can do better than that I'm so ahead of the pack Be no more peddles relax An Mybaq' that how you say it but you spead the baq' Like hey shawty what I gotta say Where I gotta take ya, what I gotta pay Even if it's for a night or if it's only for a day I promise I Bow won't bite, Bow will behave Even though you on fire Oh I think I oh I think I like you Boy I think I, boy I think I might just Let you hold the Lambo, let you ride the Coup Spend rubberband banks Girl tell me, tell me. [Chorus:] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
*Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you
some? Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x Motherfucker, go get you some Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this To the fuck to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin' Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin' Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face What they say? "Oh nothin'" Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey) That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change Still the same name, love the face Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit' Protected by the niner, when you careful The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel What's pumpin' the shotgun? Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat Just like that I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin' Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate Some of you hoes is overrated with flows The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated My lyrical content send other bitches to convents Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense Been the bomb since '74 Aries I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me He want to get in between the sheets Leave the wallet and the keys for me I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me Nigga, we can fuck free frequently You study me, but another me could never be sold Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4 When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die *Repeat (x4) See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what? Niggas can't fuck with us Like Busta Bust, we dangerous And you know that if I peel I got mo' Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy" Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self How you shit on shelf and how you sit around Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien Never been known to play with Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks What y'all need to do is shut up And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook *Repeat (x7) |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
(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 Nothing but the funk |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
(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 Nothing but the funk |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
(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 Nothing but the funk |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
Now this some bad weed, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Oh how I love it when I fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up. My day starts out light, But ends up very heavy as the night approach, When I take float from all that smoke that I smoked, No joke, as I commence to take flight, It's gotta be first class cause this ass could give a f~ck about coach b~tch, How high do you fly when you fly Brat? From the bottom to the top, top to bottom and back, Now as I lay me in the cut getting f~cked up, Puffing on blunts and coming up with some more of that funky stuff, Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus, Notice that hocus pocus abracadaba smoke just, Fills up the room as I breathe again, once more from the ghetto it's them braids and, When flossing in my Benz with my friends it begins, Smell the aroma, putting you in coma, It's that super stanky dank that'll make you faint, go blank, Hey, when I hits the door, all my niggas say. Chorus: Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up. It's a new day, new day truly ain't nothing changed, Fall up out my bed to the same old things, Your average everyday black surroundings, It's barbecue, a little weed, it's some niggas with some bass pounding, One o'clock is the time I raise, Take a shower, brush my teeth and correct my braids, Now listen up to what I say, Because this type of sh~t, it happens everyday, And I got a place where I search my soul, In the summer it's a pool, in the winter it's a smoke hole, 20 feet away from the house in the back, Surrounded by a gate, draped in all black, It's where me and my homies go, Smoking on that dank 'til it ain't no more, How we smoke? We smoke to a maximum, Doing our thing, kicking back relaxing and uh. Chorus: Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
Yeah So Funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat tat tat tat...on that ass Chorus: So So So Funkdafied So So So Funkdafied So So So Funkdafied Verse 1: Open up open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name 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 the 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(sh,sh,hhh) Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic with the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit (Why?!) Because we so funkdafied (Why?!) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G H da 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 dest just like Ashford and Simpson Chorus: Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Verse 2: Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang 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 the Brat tat tat tat I make your neck snap back Meaning I got the hit that a get'cha bent Tearing the roof off this mutha like Parliament I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, damnit! Brat your the funk Bandit and they can't handle it I know That's why I keep hittin'em with this grammer Lettin' all ya'll know that I'm the real mama jama Straight to the head like a chronic sack I pass 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 sounds that make yo move homes Breaking these fools off proper like It's S.O.S.O.D.E.F. dynamite Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like Ralph K And since this ain't no Honeymoon, I'm here to stay And the way we comin' at cha Baby we can't miss There's a new tag team in town Nigga, Whoomp, there it is Chorus: Cause I'm so, so, so Funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkdafied |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
Da Brat)
Hard times in the Funk Intro: Jermaine Dupri) Yeah, So Funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat...on that ass CHORUS 1) So, So, So Funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Verse 1) Open up, open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name 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 the 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(sh,sh,hhh) Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic with the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit (Why?!) Because we so funkdafied (Why?!) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G H da 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 dest just like Ashford and Simpson CHORUS 2) Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Verse 2) Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang 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 the Brat tat tat tat I make your neck snap back Meaning I got the hit that a get'cha bent Tearing the roof off this mutha like Parliament I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, damnit! Brat your the funk Bandit and they can't handle it I know That's why I keep hittin'em with this grammer Lettin' all ya'll know that I'm the real mama jama Straight to the head like a chronic sack I pass 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 sounds that make yo move homes Breaking these fools off proper like It's S.O.S.O.D.E.F. dynamite Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like Ralph K And since this ain't no Honeymoon, I'm here to stay And the way we comin' at cha Baby we can't miss There's a new tag team in town Nigga, Whoomp, there it is CHORUS 3) Cause I'm so, so, so Funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkdafied |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Shit ,i let my guard down
Damn, I let yo azz in when I shoulda kept u out It's all gravy it happens To alla uswhen u Hurt u hurt back U reap what u sow In tha beginning when I met u Didn't mean to b rude but I had to sweat you 'cause u had me wet boo I couldn't let u get Away 'cause then when would I see u again, another day? Your face was all I needed To see on a daily basis My heart in ur hands would Make it all gravy But i was mistaken highly You slid shit right by me Bein decietful n hidin keeping Secrets but still keepin me smilin ivitin hoes To ur party Lord knows I don wanna get started I might hurt somebody Regardless ima love u For what we been thru But keepin u is somethin I can't do If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party As much as I miss u I cant get wit u We painted a perfect picture But I can see clearly now The rain is gone But tha pain still Come on strong Every so often I get discombobulated Callin' Miss Cleo to see Wat the Tarot Cards are sayin Hopin' that she kno how To help a bitch out or somethin Give me ur lucky number Then come up those Mothaf**kas Im not frontin U only get one strike here U blew it so i wont b right here The best friend that u Claim u eva had is gone And it happened because U played me wrong Sing tha song for me If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party An' now that its over that Predicament taught me to b A soldier n stay at attention Fold my colla up an' pop it An' keep hollarin at tha Rich niggaz wit tha deep Pockets that keep me goin shoppin Im better now than ever now You've never found somebody Quite like me to stay down Whateva is meant to be I'll b that n whoeva is sent To me will b crashed If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party Check it out, no matter wat u do You cant let em crash ur party get u somebody thaz gonna Lad-dee-da-dee that came to party |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Shit ,i let my guard down
Damn, I let yo azz in when I shoulda kept u out It's all gravy it happens To alla uswhen u Hurt u hurt back U reap what u sow In tha beginning when I met u Didn't mean to b rude but I had to sweat you 'cause u had me wet boo I couldn't let u get Away 'cause then when would I see u again, another day? Your face was all I needed To see on a daily basis My heart in ur hands would Make it all gravy But i was mistaken highly You slid shit right by me Bein decietful n hidin keeping Secrets but still keepin me smilin ivitin hoes To ur party Lord knows I don wanna get started I might hurt somebody Regardless ima love u For what we been thru But keepin u is somethin I can't do If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party As much as I miss u I cant get wit u We painted a perfect picture But I can see clearly now The rain is gone But tha pain still Come on strong Every so often I get discombobulated Callin' Miss Cleo to see Wat the Tarot Cards are sayin Hopin' that she kno how To help a bitch out or somethin Give me ur lucky number Then come up those Mothaf**kas Im not frontin U only get one strike here U blew it so i wont b right here The best friend that u Claim u eva had is gone And it happened because U played me wrong Sing tha song for me If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party An' now that its over that Predicament taught me to b A soldier n stay at attention Fold my colla up an' pop it An' keep hollarin at tha Rich niggaz wit tha deep Pockets that keep me goin shoppin Im better now than ever now You've never found somebody Quite like me to stay down Whateva is meant to be I'll b that n whoeva is sent To me will b crashed If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party Check it out, no matter wat u do You cant let em crash ur party get u somebody thaz gonna Lad-dee-da-dee that came to party |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro: T-Boz 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, oh all my love baby. . . Verse One: 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 lust, You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust, Fuck the others, none of them compare to us, And under the 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, cause you're boy ran his mouth too much, And its a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch, But as the days keep passin', keep it laughin' with stacks of letters , Pictures so you don't forget us, when you'd rather not be livin' in the cella, Hella muthaf~ckas want your occupation, But they can keep pacin', cause I'm gonna be waitin' on my baby. Chorus: Da Brat & T-Boz And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around. Verse Two: 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 was puffin' an L., Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I saw better, SL 500s colorful Coogie 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 solid 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. Chorus: Da Brat & T-Boz And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around, And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around. |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
I had some problems
And 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 lust 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 weight 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 laughin 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... CHORUS (x3) |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
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|
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
(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) (I'm gonna give it 2 you) |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
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 And I can't let it go... |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
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 And I can't let it go... |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
You can find me in a cloud of smoke
usually I'm posted up in the corner with mah folks surrounded by thugs and models everybody getting fucked up and we all gotta bottle aint nobody stuck up cuz we all wanna holla we all wanna party till tomorrow lets follow the yellow red road to mah 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 sickning 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 ur ass kicked cuz I have never been faithfully uplasted [Chorus] Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky In the club in the heat in the V.I.P. sippin on bub? lighten up a tree its tight enough the place for me so I tight on doves? security still had to squeeze niggeaz like chokin on doves wit me smokein on mah 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 mah family I need to live all good, I need to sleep all good I need to know who the niggaz in mah neighborhood, in mah neighborhood so shit if anything happens if sumthin goes down im getting ready for the motherfuckin show down and theres no telling wut I do cuz I know more now I just might turn it ovea to mah crew and roll out cuz imma kool bitch breeze through the bullshit be eazy cuz I keep me focused (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky If you want drama I'm from the Chi, Illinois going wit the docomentry on mah boys some of them cold killaz doe killaz murda their babysiter gold realistic do whatevea for their lil sista four g's folks low ..?.. oh please no matter what city I'm in I get wut I need niggaz think they love me cuz I'm the b to the r-a-t every second is appropriet for me to bust and discuse 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 niggeaz there they can't take it it took mah moma nine months to make it ain't no mistakein (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you mothea fuckeaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy niggea (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy niggea (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
You can find me in a cloud of smoke
usually I'm posted up in the corner with mah folks surrounded by thugs and models everybody getting fucked up and we all gotta bottle aint nobody stuck up cuz we all wanna holla we all wanna party till tomorrow lets follow the yellow red road to mah 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 sickning 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 ur ass kicked cuz I have never been faithfully uplasted [Chorus] Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky In the club in the heat in the V.I.P. sippin on bub? lighten up a tree its tight enough the place for me so I tight on doves? security still had to squeeze niggeaz like chokin on doves wit me smokein on mah 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 mah family I need to live all good, I need to sleep all good I need to know who the niggaz in mah neighborhood, in mah neighborhood so shit if anything happens if sumthin goes down im getting ready for the motherfuckin show down and theres no telling wut I do cuz I know more now I just might turn it ovea to mah crew and roll out cuz imma kool bitch breeze through the bullshit be eazy cuz I keep me focused (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky If you want drama I'm from the Chi, Illinois going wit the docomentry on mah boys some of them cold killaz doe killaz murda their babysiter gold realistic do whatevea for their lil sista four g's folks low ..?.. oh please no matter what city I'm in I get wut I need niggaz think they love me cuz I'm the b to the r-a-t every second is appropriet for me to bust and discuse 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 niggeaz there they can't take it it took mah moma nine months to make it ain't no mistakein (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you mothea fuckeaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy niggea (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy niggea (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
(Da Brat)
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 Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin (chorus) 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 (Da Brat) 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 cuz 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 (chorus) (Mystikal) 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, we spit on crap That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?) 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, cuz 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 and you know I better get some I know it ain't fair but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears Throw ya hands in the air As high as you can, and leave them bitches there! (chorus 2x, fade out) |
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from Mariah Carey - Heartbreaker [single] (1999)
Gimme your love (Repeat) Gimme your love VERSE 1: Oh your love's so good I don't want to let go And although I should I can't leave you aione 'Cause you're so disarming I'm caught up-in the midst of you And I cannot resist at all VB 1: Boy if I do The things you want me to The way I used to do Would you love me baby Or leave me feeling used Would you go and break My heart? CHORUS 1: Heartbreaker You got the best of me But I just keep on coming back lncessantly Oh why did you have to Run your game on me I should have known Right from the start You'd go and break my heart VERSE 2: lt's a shame to be So euphoric and weak When you smile at me And you tell me the things That you know persuade Me to relinquish my love To you But I cannot resist at all REPEAT VB 1 REPEAT CHORUS JAY-Z RAP OUTRO Heartbreaker You got the best of me But I just keep on coming back lncessantly Oh why did you have to Run your game on me I should have known Right from the start You'd go and break my heart REPEAT CHORUS |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
Blazin' hiphop and R N B
DJ Clue Desert Storm New Mariah Often imitated never duplicted W C L U E Whoohoo Guess who's back in the mother With two big old tities for your mouth Heart breakers my part taker the sensation So So Def and Clue hits in the mane Guess who droppin the five double o Like yippe yi yippi yo yay When I talk smack ya'll better skip back like here we go cuz the bitch don't quit Boy your love's so good I don't wanna let go no no I should I can't leave you alone 'Cause your soul is haunting me Caught up in the midst of you And I cannot resist At all Boy if I do The things you want me to The way I used to do Would you love me baby Holding me fellin me Is what you know to break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Why When I met ya that night baby I didn't know it wouldn't last I give my love to you honey Wish I could take it all back See I have never met a guy C'mon yeah yeah That was better at telling lies Should've known you'd break my heart If Da Brat gave a fuck about a nigger My heart would be broke Should have know you were star struck when I left you so My guard was up in the beginning but then I gave you my heart and you broke it again I'm a fool when you smile at me I'm convinced I get caught up in you when I just can't resist I know you lie to me It just drives me nuts This one kiss could persuade me to believe your bluffs You set it up impressin me with gifts and rings I wish love was dollars cuz money ain't a thing when I think of MC blew the party I got a ready to play somebody Is that tell me you Is that for each member of my crew With that I'm gonna heartbreak you Now you flat on your back You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust me yo Baby I'm the real thang So what ya got me sweatin you consistantly baby Baby I got the good thing So why you makin love to me you crazy baby I like the way he used to spank me He used to lie me on my back take that He used to have me in the sac legs back But now he be buggin lately Hey boy why you actin stinky I keep it stiff like wood baby So if you wanna keep a good lady You need to stop with all the heart breaking Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me |
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from Mariah Carey 5집 - Butterfly (1997)
Honey got me hooked on you
I like that ooh, ooh Come on, come on MC, MC ooh, ooh Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat twice] Honey you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there (a huh) And you're the only one Who makes me come running Cause what you got Is far beyond compare (ooh) CHORUS: And it's just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby I've got a dependancy Always strung out For another taste of your honey It's like honey When it rushes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dying for you Crying for you I adore you Boy you know your love addected me And I'm strung out on you, darling Don't you see Every night and day I can hardly wait For another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside (yeah, yeah) Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Yeah, ooh Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey (I like that) Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly You're the only thing I wanna do CHORUS Baby I can love you babe (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) Gotta hold on love thy saints (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) (Breakdown) Oooh, woah Every little thing you do (Now what we gonna do right here, we gonna smooth it out, come on) Ooh, woah, honey, got me hooked on you (MC, and she won't stop) Honey, it's like |
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from Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)
Honey got me hooked on you
I like that ooh, ooh Come on, come on MC, MC ooh, ooh Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat twice] Honey you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there (a huh) And you're the only one Who makes me come running Cause what you got Is far beyond compare (ooh) CHORUS: And it's just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby I've got a dependancy Always strung out For another taste of your honey It's like honey When it rushes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dying for you Crying for you I adore you Boy you know your love addected me And I'm strung out on you, darling Don't you see Every night and day I can hardly wait For another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside (yeah, yeah) Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Yeah, ooh Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey (I like that) Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly You're the only thing I wanna do CHORUS Baby I can love you babe (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) Gotta hold on love thy saints (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) (Breakdown) Oooh, woah Every little thing you do (Now what we gonna do right here, we gonna smooth it out, come on) Ooh, woah, honey, got me hooked on you (MC, and she won't stop) Honey, it's like |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Verse 1]
Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me If you had some figures you will be just like me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I shining like a light B Niggaz talking yep in there muthaf**kin throwback It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat We stepping on these niggaz like a muthaf**kin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back We stackin big faces 'cause we still spending throwbacks! [Chorus] Ohh I think they like me [x16] [Verse 2] Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up First nigga act up first nigga get bust Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw dat dont sight me!) I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace Ear piece icy they straight up like me You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly) Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cause Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta [Chorus] A young nigga I luv to muthaf**kin fight but when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe so when my muthaf**kin partnas when they rumble when they right strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light some people say im crazy, my eye stay lazy the neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80 killin f**k niggas when they dont wanna pay me ones on my shirt, stay clean so i made it we back on the block, servin glass to the jay nigga gotta glass jar, swappin shit, breakin face gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced gotta king fitch tell her get the f**k out tha way wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race young nigga tryin ta get it, wat i care about a case if u want me come n get me bitch i gotta AK see yall nigga, me n my click n we dont muthaf**kin play [Chorus] [Fades out...] |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
CHORUS
(Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah (Brat) 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 otta 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 cooked and cleaned like a hebrew slave, till i got blisters, a modern day miss ceelie, 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 its 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 mothaf**kas do on to you CHORUS (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) 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 f**ked 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 its 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 f**ked it up permanently, now it don't concern me no more CHORUS 2X (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
CHORUS
(Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah (Brat) 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 otta 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 cooked and cleaned like a hebrew slave, till i got blisters, a modern day miss ceelie, 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 its 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 mothaf**kas do on to you CHORUS (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) 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 f**ked 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 its 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 f**ked it up permanently, now it don't concern me no more CHORUS 2X (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah |
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from Mtv'S Hip Hopera : Carmen [ost] (2001)
Uh, And thats the story, no life no more, just loss Caught up in between the negative and positive force, Carmen Brown, sad tale of a life cut short, who Take the responsibility when the guns go off, on one Side you have Hill, he gotta live with the guilt. Is he the one that she needed, or the one that got her killed? Or is it Carmen to blame for her own damn fault? Did she Play with his heart, and never loved him at all? It doesnt Matter now because she restin in peace, and all the playas in the Game will have ta live with the grief. Its only now that shes Gone you will truly discover the immortal love of Carmen Brown There will never be another. |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
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 Myself 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 (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
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 Myself 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 (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz [ep] (2003)
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 Myself 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 (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
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 Myself 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 (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
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 Myself 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 (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
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 Myself 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 (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
[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 Murderin over any drum; comin out from the dark Here to let you know here she come [Da Brat] Can't nobody do what I done Niggaz and bitches think they run Fin' ta throw another one of my "Tantrums" redrum And the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' is where I'm from Callin on my nigga Twista to set this shit off Two of the best motherfuckers on the Westside If I need to relieve stress I get high This the introduction - Unrestricted is how I bust in Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a hoe And niggaz can talk about me, all they want Cause I'ma bad bitch And I'ma continue to be that, til I'm gone [Twista] Shit, babygirl you ain't even gotta hurt em like that Commit a murder like that Let off like a asskick and serve a hype track Hit the world like volcanos, Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin No wonder it's frightening Hoes might as well not come out of hiding Could you really be about to crush em Dustin em off like Hoffman and hush em Feel the repercussions of a girl From a place where that gangsterin and hustlin Ballin and bustin so lie low Dodge low from my Chi flow We smokin up five-oh And work thirty calories off like Tae-Bo In the middle of the function flossin With a grip no script but "Legit Ballin" Better go on with the shit talkin I create corpses for caskets and coffins Niggaz don't want Twista to spit I kick that Mobtastic shit Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic bitch [Millie Jackson] Oh +I'M+ the befo', but Da Brat is the after We pimpslap lame bitches just for the laughter All or nothin, never a fraction Yeah, you got it.. motherfuckin Mil-lie Jackson You BITCHES! .. You BITCHES! |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro: Da Brat To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit... To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit. Verse One: Da Brat Before the sun shine the rain fall, applause the encore, Haven't you heard of a bitch who get open like pores, Pop a nigga like a pimple, keep it simple enough, Make 'em wonder what the fuck happened leavin' 'em stuck, 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 ain't got no more jokes, You wanna come one and go wit' me, to my place, Hate to hurt ya feelings, sexual healin' ain't the case, Lace the track like angel dust, Thus fuckin' wit' us is deadly, Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasn't ready, Stay breghted up, platinum plus, Nubians E three four chromes eighteens, three piece BBS treat seek, And yee shall find riches it's made bitches gettin' doe, I'll die for I go broke just a lil' moe. Chorus: Trey Lorenz Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind, Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind. Verse Two: Da Brat Now put one hand in the air if you keep the chinky eyed 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 moe', Who got a lighter? I'm 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 tough, 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 crafts, 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 gonna try some shit, No nigga ever lasted past the first attempt, I leave em baffled and gaffle 'em for all they keys, Then dispense to my niggas like Sony distribute LP's. Chorus: Trey Lorenz Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind, Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind. Da Brat To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit, To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, To the tic toc and ya don't stop, To the the beat beat and ya don't quit, To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit, A lil moe' bitch... A lil moe' nigga... A lil moe' baby. Outro: Da Brat Yeah, let it ease your muthfuckin' mind... Yeah, So So Def wit' that mind blowin' shit... Y'all muthafuckas better realize! |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
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 |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
Intro: Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal
Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Keep rocking, ah ah ah ah ah, Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Brat tat-tat on that ass, ah ah ah ah ah. Verse One: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri Bringing more noise than P.E., we true and flew in life, Leave us J.D. 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, J.D., 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, put one in the air, 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 keep clockin' tender, And enter a new millenium, cracking motherfuckers craniums, Droppin' bombs, Saddam Hussein and niggas 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 niggas 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 Shawntae, Embarass niggas as 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: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it 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: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri And if you're feeling for masquerade, I can rock a party to daybreak, Parlay as we stack, Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar, Butter like parkay, wanted in four plate sex, So So Def-initely the best, better watch your step, It's booby trapped with hits, I make 'em clap to this, You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid, It's niggas like me that have more fun, Pop moe' 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 sittin' on, top of the world, Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging, Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers, Hey yo, Brat you da funk bandit, Act like you know, the baddest weed 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 niggas rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks, Niggas from the old school that started all this shit, Big time weightholders, dope clocking for years, Niggas, 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: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it 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. |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro: Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Keep rocking, ah ah ah ah ah, Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Brat tat-tat on that ass, ah ah ah ah ah. Verse One: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri Bringing more noise than P.E., we true and flew in life, Leave us J.D. 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, J.D., 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, put one in the air, 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 keep clockin' tender, And enter a new millenium, cracking motherfuckers craniums, Droppin' bombs, Saddam Hussein and niggas 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 niggas 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 Shawntae, Embarass niggas as 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: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it 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: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri And if you're feeling for masquerade, I can rock a party to daybreak, Parlay as we stack, Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar, Butter like parkay, wanted in four plate sex, So So Def-initely the best, better watch your step, It's booby trapped with hits, I make 'em clap to this, You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid, It's niggas like me that have more fun, Pop moe' 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 sittin' on, top of the world, Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging, Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers, Hey yo, Brat you da funk bandit, Act like you know, the baddest weed 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 niggas rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks, Niggas from the old school that started all this shit, Big time weightholders, dope clocking for years, Niggas, 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: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it 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. |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
[interlude]
[da brat] Yo, don't 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. See what I'm sayin I don't need this shit. |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Verse One: Da Brat Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back, With more bounce to the ounce, its Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, The funk-keeper, competition sweeper, Known for makin' speakers bleed, smokin' hella weed, Givin' ya what you need, Indeed I'm nice, jewelery full of ice, The industry ain't been the same since I came and sprinkled my spice, Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted, Recognize the gifted and how it'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 for 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 it shit, All the right shit to give a nigga a hit. Chorus: Da Brat If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put 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, If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put your hands in the air and let's all get high, Roll up a fat one and pass it around, Lay back wit' the Brat just get on down. Verse Two: 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 smokin' junk, Cause your rollin' wit' Mo, We having a celebration, we doing this all night if you wanna get away, You can play in my high times, And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the Thuggish way, Well have you Thugged it with a Thug lately? We Krayzie, And nigga we often got the bud blaze-ay So if you get high, 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 your posse, my nigga we gonna be alright, So come around everybody party down, get down, And let that real shit hit your chest, cause I know when I get that hydro, Yo nigga Thugsta gimme some love, Can somebody bang and slang your dog with couple of Thugs from the cut. Chorus: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high, The sh~t we keep, we got you hypnoitzed, Ain't nobody dealin' with me, My nigga Billy get your smoke on man, Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad. Verse Three: Da Brat Yeah, but there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action, Certified platinum slashin' bastards, Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me, I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see, Leave synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps, Get deeper than the abyss, watch me and your nigga creep, Sky's the limits, dim 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 its dealt with, Underestimate the wrong bitch, and get your shit split, You better light a splife and mind your muthafuckin' business, Or get that ass put in the Witness Protection Program, Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level, Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil, Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Sagante' in the glove box, Puffin' with crooked cops, And can't nothin' hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop. Outro: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high. |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
Verse One: Da Brat
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back, With more bounce to the ounce, its Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, The funk-keeper, competition sweeper, Known for makin' speakers bleed, smokin' hella weed, Givin' ya what you need, Indeed I'm nice, jewelery full of ice, The industry ain't been the same since I came and sprinkled my spice, Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted, Recognize the gifted and how it'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 for 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 it shit, All the right shit to give a nigga a hit. Chorus: Da Brat If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put 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, If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put your hands in the air and let's all get high, Roll up a fat one and pass it around, Lay back wit' the Brat just get on down. Verse Two: 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 smokin' junk, Cause your rollin' wit' Mo, We having a celebration, we doing this all night if you wanna get away, You can play in my high times, And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the Thuggish way, Well have you Thugged it with a Thug lately? We Krayzie, And nigga we often got the bud blaze-ay So if you get high, 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 your posse, my nigga we gonna be alright, So come around everybody party down, get down, And let that real shit hit your chest, cause I know when I get that hydro, Yo nigga Thugsta gimme some love, Can somebody bang and slang your dog with couple of Thugs from the cut. Chorus: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high, The sh~t we keep, we got you hypnoitzed, Ain't nobody dealin' with me, My nigga Billy get your smoke on man, Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad. Verse Three: Da Brat Yeah, but there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action, Certified platinum slashin' bastards, Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me, I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see, Leave synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps, Get deeper than the abyss, watch me and your nigga creep, Sky's the limits, dim 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 its dealt with, Underestimate the wrong bitch, and get your shit split, You better light a splife and mind your muthafuckin' business, Or get that ass put in the Witness Protection Program, Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level, Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil, Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Sagante' in the glove box, Puffin' with crooked cops, And can't nothin' hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop. Outro: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high. |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro:
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... 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 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 So what you want mothafuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
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 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) 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 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 I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
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 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 Chorus |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
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 (Hook |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
[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 - then chorus without Man and JD |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
[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 - then chorus without Man and JD |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
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 Chorus |
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