Da Brat

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

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)

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

(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

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

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

GIVE IT 2 YOU
1 FOR DA MONEY
2 FOR DA BASS
3 TO GET YA GOIN'
CAUSE DA BRAT IN DA PLACE


IT'S ME, DA O.G. FUNK BANDIT (WHOSE DAT?)
DA B-2 DA -R-A-T AND IN FACT
IF YOU AIN'T HEARD OF ME
TAKE A SEAT, LAY BACK AND LISTEN
AS I BUST 4 YO ASS ON DIS FUNKDAFIED MISSION
(JUST KICK OFF YOUR SHOES AND RELAX YOUR FEET
PARTY ON DOWN WIT DA BRAT AND HER BEAT)
NOW IT GOES LIKE DIS AND DAT 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
(TRUE OF MATTER IS I SPLATTA IT) TALK SHIT
AND IN A GANGTA'S WAY DAT'S HOW DEM FOOL'S GET DEALT WIT
SO WANT YOU WANNA DO BITCH, DON'T EVEN TRIP
(STEP UP, STEP UP) AND I'MA BUST YO LIP
CUZ I KNOW DAT YOU KNOW DAT I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT ME 2
BUT KEEP ON TRIPPIN AND I'MA 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
4 YOU NEGROES AND HOES
DEVASTATING, CAPTIVATING, ELEVATING, AM I
OPERATING AND I LOVE 2 GET HIGH
(WELL NIGGA FIRE UP, NIGGA FIRE IT UP)
AT YOUR REQUEST I GUESS IT'S TIME FOR ME 2 GET FUCKED UP
IT GOES (1 PUFF,2 PUFF, 3 PUFF, 4)
FROM THE BOTTOM 2 THE TOP, TOP 2 BOTTOM I GO
SO NOW YOU KNOW, WHAT I AIN'T AND WHAT I IS
IT'S DA BADDEST NEW BITCH IN DA 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 IT GIVE IT AND ENJOY DA NIGHT

4 DA NINE FUCKIN 4, IT'S DA BRAT AND YOU DON'T KNOW
YOU BETTA ASK SOME MUTHAFUCKIN BODY
LODI DODI I CAME 2 PARTY
BEEEE-ITCH!!!


WORD UP HEY, WORD UP HEY, WORD UP HEY, 4 REAL DOE
SHIT, WORD UP HEY, WORD UP HEY, WORD UP HEY, 4 REAL DOE

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

[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

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

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

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.

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!

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch?

I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
Not possible to succeed.
Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
Gimme more cheddar than Ellie,
No Hillbilly from Beverly
Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R
You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall
I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
Peep the Cars I'm in.
Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends
If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense
Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
Unloaded at the end of the story,
I'm on top of the world, nigga...

CHORUS:

Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a blunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you won't.

Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby
Go head baby.
Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP

It's the number one contender
So So Def memeber known as Brat
Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that
Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me
Nigga's hopin we fall off
But we won't, we don't.
All we do is keep fuckin it up.
While all you do is keep lookin at us.
Known evidence is that I dispense hits
And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers dense
One of the baddest bitches on the planet.
Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.
You can run, but you can't hide
From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side
Hit em up.
I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich
Hung in your pants
Hotness from your bull-shit
And it's written all over your face
You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...

CHORUS

Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve
Then that silly rabbit
All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it
Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point,
one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower,
The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see
Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff
Only Triangles dangle when I bust.
You see, niggas round town called this and that,
Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.
Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold,
30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm...

CHORUS

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

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

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

*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)

Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.

JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here think ya'll on
vacation, man
Stop doin', man

Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA

While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks?
Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?

Now, e'where I pass
They wanna see the big booty mamma
Tapping some ass
And whether you believe it or not
You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers
My whole entourage keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
Yeah, uh

*Whatcha'll wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Watcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party
(Uh huh, uh huh)
With you

Who dat?
She the one who love drama?
Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit

I don't pay attention to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too much, sayin' ya oughta see us
It's like this here
I rock the party with Cartier wristwear
In the six, pretty bitches with the long hair
And I got lots of dough, lots in sto'
C. to the E-O

*Repeat

See I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps
So phat now call me Professor Clump
I ain't gonna front, yeah, I like to floss
And I ain't gotta lie about the girls I toss, you know?

Betta' ask ya' lil' man's where his dough went
Needed mo' rent
We got bent, you know the rest
I split, spent some, lent some to my friends
If you wanna get down, you gotta get in

*Repeat

Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah (ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah

Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
Is that aight?
All I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Is that aight?
Come on

Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah

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

[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA

[JD]
While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks?
Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?

[Da Brat]
Now, e'where I pass
They wanna see the big booty mamma
Tapping some ass
And whether you believe it or not
You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers
My whole entourage keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
Yeah, uh

[JD]
Whatcha'll wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Watcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?

[Usher]
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party
(Uh huh, uh huh)
With you

[Da Brat]
Who dat?
She the one who love drama?
Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element

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

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

Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
Is that like flossin' shit?
You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him
Bounce to this, come on

1 -
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for)
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for)
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for)
The ball all night type
Frontin', screaming, thug life
That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for)

Uh I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit it from behind
We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me So
So Def is the way that I flow
Made to blow, pave the road
Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't trust
Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
They follow me when I drivin' the Range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the ball all night type
I like it every minute when he charmin' me

Repeat 1

Stretch out your arms
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
When we stepping in the door we killing 'em
Let the heads know we ain't feeling them
Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat
And make million dollar deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for Brat
And just chill for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out nigga need big clout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer when he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair

Repeat 1

That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for

(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

(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

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

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

Chorus:

Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade

(Da Brat)
If ya thirstay I could possibly slide down your throat
If you work may let's say we skip the foreplay
Picture me kicking in the doorway to set off the
Storay
Negligee hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks

Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop
Cuz its twice as nice when its frosted up
Sweetness like this could never cost enough
With a so so twist try this stuff
Mouth watering love succulent to all taste buds
Must of been us you was dreaming of the crush
I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the lust
Then jiggle the lemons a little so they feen to touch
Cream to us say nuh thing to us scared
Premium pink stuff and swing with us sweetened it up

To it make you wanna say ooh its cool

Chorus: say 2x

(Da Brat)
I'm weighed in at one tree five a big gulp size
Seven eleven can't satisfy your appetite all night
JD and I planned it to be dickable so its alright
You can come and escapade in my escalade
Lay me flat on my back and slurp away
I get action in a Bentley with no brains
Just pure satisfaction cracking with no cain
I came for the thrill of it I ain't looking for real love
Just the feel of it
After just one taste you still bugging
Da black cat make you wanna handle business
Until the pleasure principle kick it it
If you hit this I'll make you tell your wife and your
Mistress
To leave town cuz they been evicted
Hit up a record store pick up Brat and get addicted

Chorus: say 2x

(Da Brat)
A thirst quenching mouth watering concoction
Your only option drink to ya pink why stop it
One think its refreshing isn't it the best when you
Sipping it
Heaven sake honey buns built for dipping in
Money come quicker than a two minute brother
That concentrate on stiffin' when he love it
Stick when too dry so keep sturring
It still be the sweet even if it turn syrup
Hurry up and get a cup full cop fills and get' cha cap
Peeled back
Rash a little rat first smash went classic
Even with my homies hlep on the west you wack
Sincerely Brat where my girls at
We stick together in the rain
Batches of pink lemonade bringing da pain
Any day and every minute make you wanna get up in
It
Cuz its just that cool

Chorus: say 4x

[Kelly Price]
Hmm, wonderin' where you been, baby, baby

I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(I wanna know, I wanna know)
We've been runnin' out of time
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
(You've been runnin' around creepin' and pimpin' baby)
I've been sittin' home alone at night
I've been cryin' (oh)
We've been runnin' out of time
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey)
Tired of your lying

[Da Brat]
Uh, uh
Really though how much time you think I got?
The clock is ticking, it's ticking away
You're slippin' away fucking the honeys on the block stop
Cause if I gotta drop kick a ho, I'll kill her fa'sure
Let's stick around till the murderer curse
How you gonna creep with me and sleep with her?
At the moment in time, my vision must have been blurred
Cause I ain't think you deserve to lose the nerve for fools
Shit people were saying was absurd to me
But I certainly never thought you would take it to the degree
Of hurtin' me, purposely
We were supposed to be husband and wife
So I dedicated myself to you
Why? So you could keep a chick on the side
Cause if I sneak a dick on the side you lookin' to die
And booking me a ticket to Chi cause you choose to lie
I need a nigga with an attitude, maturative mind
Give me gratitude when I'm giving him shine
No matter who the bastard was I was passed his love
But he never ran fast enough
I'm a master at the craft cause I roll with some master thugs
Laughin' as I pass you up
Should've told me that you wanted to get ass and fuck
I would've set it up so we all had some fun
You assist to get around
I'll be the aid and assist you to get out
Thank them hoes cause you're shit out of luck
And I don't regret what I spit out and bust
I'm sick and tired of you, us
I'm tired of sittin', cryin' and being alone
Nigga if you want to roam the streets then just let me be
There's a whole gang of niggas that wanna hit my sheets

[Kelly Price]
I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(Come on baby yeah)
We've been runnin' out of time
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
(I've been yeah)
I've been sittin' home alone at night
I've been cryin'
(Not gonna cry no more, baby no)
We've been runnin' out of time
Tired of your lying
(Yeah you've been lying, lying baby)

[Da Brat]
Shit all I ever did was wait and look out the window
And smoke me some endo
It drove me to drinkin' and getting bent mo'
Gave myself 100% more time to think
Was love designed to stink?
Repeatedly you lied to me
Told you to confide in me
Ain't nothin' them other hoes could do
Cause I molded you
To fit properly was inside of me
When you're strokin' them
You're thinkin' of riding me
And most of them hopin' to slide with me
Cause I'm a ferocious hoe
When it comes to freaky shit the dopest
You had to blow this
It's all out of proportion and lost your focus
Wasting my time cause I'm just getting older
You're the reason I keep a chip on my shoulder
44 in the holster bulletproof vest under my clothes
I'm supposed to trust you
Every time I leave town I bust you, fuck you
The moaning and groaning
Led me to the pillow where you laid you head
Felt like I'd rather be dead instead
Went ahead followed the sound through the hallway
You said you'd always be true
But the neighbors say the bitch was there all day with you
That's why you ain't answered when I was paging you
I hit the door, you duck and dove
She tried to find her clothes
Y'all was dodging bullets holes together
You gonna stay with that broke hefer
You know who the So So Defest is
I ain't gotta show a motherfucker breastesses
To keep 'em interested in
You better recognize the good investment
>From the West Side of Chi nigga

[Kelly Price]
(I've been)
I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(Said I've been wonderin' where you've been)
(Wonderin' where you've been)
We've been runnin' out of time
(We've been runnin', runnin' out of time)
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
(Cause I'm tired of lies baby)
I've been sittin' home alone at night
(Don't wanna be alone)
I've been cryin'
(Don't wanna be alone, no, no)
We've been runnin' out of time
Tired of your lying (yeah)

[Kelly Price] (Da Brat)
(2000)
I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(AP hit me on the trizzack, deuce, deuce ya know?)
We've been runnin' out of time
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
I've been sittin' home alone at night
I've been cryin'
We've been runnin' out of time
Tired of your lying
You're outta time, you're outta time, you're outta time
(Whoo! And I'm running out of breath)

Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
Is that like flossin' shit?
You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him
Bounce to this, come on

1 -
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for)
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for)
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for)
The ball all night type
Frontin', screaming, thug life
That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for)

Uh I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit it from behind
We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me So
So Def is the way that I flow
Made to blow, pave the road
Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't trust
Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
They follow me when I drivin' the Range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the ball all night type
I like it every minute when he charmin' me

Repeat 1

Stretch out your arms
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
When we stepping in the door we killing 'em
Let the heads know we ain't feeling them
Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat
And make million dollar deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for Brat
And just chill for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out nigga need big clout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer when he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair

Repeat 1

That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for

(Da Brat) (JD)
Come on then, shit
(So give it to 'em, whoa!)
Lay your head back (Whoa!)
Lay it on me (Whoa! Whoa!)
And for the money (Yeah whoa!)
You can lay that shit on me too (Whoa!)
But for now let's talk about riding
Yeah I'm saying it's like this
(Brat where are you at?)

(Da Brat)
You know its So So Def
Cause I'm the B to the R-A
T the most eligible bitch today
And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me
They say they like the way the system pound in my
jeep
I got two twelve's that bump from wall to wall
So loud that he headlights blink on and off
I laugh when people watch I don't stop I shine
It's attractive to motherfuckers that love to grind
I sparkle from the rims to the chain to the watch
To the rings to the ears to the wrists to the glocks
To the parts in the braids
Shorties that stop to watch throw on the shades
Cause Da Brat got gleam for days
Sunroof open let the sun shine in
Baking the fuck out of me and all my friends
In the backseat, stay in the front
Ain't no room in the trunk
Just a devastating woofer that bump
You know!

(JD & Da Brat)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)

(Da Brat)
Uh I keep the windows down
So when I hit the stoplight
All the niggas standing around spot what they like
They shoot me the 'Come Here' finger
But the music's so loud I just smile
And act like I don't see 'em
I've done had one or too many shots of Tequila
But when it's set to crunk I need my liquor
Loud and rowdy naturally
Pull up to my truck and smile
But you ain't proud of me
I left you in the rearview with a look of disgust
And a mad mug cause your windows almost bust
I can't fathom the thought of my seats not rumbling
And people catching whiplash when I past in front of
'em
I'm flashy and I don't care if you know
From the C to the H-I-C-A-G-O
I'm fresh to death no matter how I'm dressed
It's even hard for the cops to put me under arrest
Irresistibly huggable and lovable when
I gotta wiggle myself out of the trouble I get in
I'm Da Brat officer he turned and laughed
And said stop disturbing and got an autograph

(JD & Da Brat)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)

(Da Brat)
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lots of niggas hear the sound now they flagging me
down
Get attention when I drive by cause I'm so fly
Shorty the pimp represent the West Side of Chi
Know the haters watching
I love making 'em sick
I tear the roof off this mother like Parliament
People ride with me just to feel the bass in their chest
And be reminded of how it sounds So So Def

(JD)
See what we do other niggas can't
That's why for ten long years
I've been making 'em dance
You know?
Me and Da Brat it's family boy
Ya know?
We ain't never gon' break down
For y'all hatin' ass niggas
We gon keep on and keep on
Ya heard? (We ready!)

(JD & Da Brat)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)

[Da Brat](Tyrese)
Oh, look out
Oh uh, come on
What'Chu like, a whole lot of, whut?
(Tyrese yeah)
What'Chu like, me on a, whut?
(What'Cha like, what'cha like?)
What'Chu like? (Can you tell me, baby)
Why? How? All night long
(All night long)

[Da Brat]
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with
Good conversation plenty big faces
It's a must I stay luxurious
Jewelry cut precision like I bust
Been winnin' since Funkdafied blew up
It's evident, shit I can't be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
Shine so bright in the wet U2
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them, him, her, and you shit
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1 - [Tyrese]
What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow, oh wow, all night long
All night long, tell me

[Da Brat]
Whassup? The setting, a hot-ass club
And you still be sweating me
I don't see nothing wrong with giving a little love
But nigga just let me breathe
Damn, you cute as hell so let's switch the digits
Then I got to leave
And you can buy me a couple of drinks
But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed
And I like it when you keep your eyes on me
And I like it when you touch my privacy
And I like it sex and ecstasy
When the belt buckle loosen up, undress me
Already juiced up, that come naturally
Wax on and off so romantically
No woman can slow dance or throw down like I can
Ask if you curious to know what I like, man

Repeat 1

[Da Brat]
Let me tell you something
Well I start at the top of the list
With my pretty eyes, a cute nose and these fat ass lips
My medallion sit in the middle of my tits
It's hit after hit, shit sweet every sip
Down to the last drip drop, watch the hips rock
Color Me Bad, tick tock you don't stop
'Till the thick thighs, dick rise when I skip by
I ain't surprised I'm what'chu like nigga

Repeat 1 until fade

Ay homie
Ay yo
Shit wassup with you
What...I make ya horny huh (giggle)
I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit
You act like you want some nigga.....do you?

(Da Brat)
Di di di da di di di da di day
I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way
Day to day you think of me
Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to
smoke and drink with me
The DJ keep spinnin' the hot records
Make the whole table go crazy the first second
Third I'm ready and able to hit the middle
Under that disco ball so I could shake a little
This shit for yall who dance with me
Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically
Don't get carried away with it
I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it
Insatiably, when I cum I do it patiently
Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me
You been chasing me for the longest time
Like Billy Joel so please tell me what's on ya
mind..nigga

Chorus:
Homie, you act like you want some
Now tell me, do I do I make ya horny huh
All up on me having a good time
I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind
mind (say 2x)

(Da Brat)
I put my hands on the back of your fade
And we danced till the crack of dawn came
To the sun raise up its on
Still got stamina to take you home
Brat the damager managed to handle any position
handed to her
You wanna fuck with the funk bandit
Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my
cleavage you can't stand it
And you ain't even believing you dancing with Brat
And making eye contact
Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally
Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say
to me
That you feel horny cuz I wanna know
If you want some of this I wish you tell me so
Cuz if I let you touch me I must want you to go
Home with me be alond with me to get some mo'
Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind
And even though I'm tipsy I wanna know what's on
ya mind

Chorus: say 2x

(22)
Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective
No chick can neglect this
Just listen when I stress this
The bitch was breathless
Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws
Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar
Uh huh wassup shorty
Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie
Thug love homie Brat put you up on pink lemonade
That's why I don't attract rats with my serinades
Stack off plubicades
Lack when it comes to brains
More than 2 women I'mma stack'em then play the
game
Rack'em they love my name 22
Cuz they figure amongst themselves can I really
enject 2
With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie
screaming
Everything is mine while I'm grinding the pussy
Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me

I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh

Chorus: say 4x

{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!

(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

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

(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)

[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!

[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.

Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
Is that like flossin' shit?
You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him
Bounce to this, come on

1 -
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for)
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for)
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for)
The ball all night type
Frontin', screaming, thug life
That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for)

Uh I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit it from behind
We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
Till you come back for more
Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me So
So Def is the way that I flow
Made to blow, pave the road
Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't trust
Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
They follow me when I drivin' the Range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the ball all night type
I like it every minute when he charmin' me

Repeat 1

Stretch out your arms
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what to hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
When we stepping in the door we killing 'em
Let the heads know we ain't feeling them
Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
Niggas that wanna show off
Don't just stop
My soldier's not having that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat
And make million dollar deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for Brat
And just chill for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out nigga need big clout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the drawer when he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his hair

Repeat 1

That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for
That's what I'm looking for

(Da Brat) (JD)
Come on then, shit
(So give it to 'em, whoa!)
Lay your head back (Whoa!)
Lay it on me (Whoa! Whoa!)
And for the money (Yeah whoa!)
You can lay that shit on me too (Whoa!)
But for now let's talk about riding
Yeah I'm saying it's like this
(Brat where are you at?)

(Da Brat)
You know its So So Def
Cause I'm the B to the R-A
T the most eligible bitch today
And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me
They say they like the way the system pound in my
jeep
I got two twelve's that bump from wall to wall
So loud that he headlights blink on and off
I laugh when people watch I don't stop I shine
It's attractive to motherfuckers that love to grind
I sparkle from the rims to the chain to the watch
To the rings to the ears to the wrists to the glocks
To the parts in the braids
Shorties that stop to watch throw on the shades
Cause Da Brat got gleam for days
Sunroof open let the sun shine in
Baking the fuck out of me and all my friends
In the backseat, stay in the front
Ain't no room in the trunk
Just a devastating woofer that bump
You know!

(JD & Da Brat)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)

(Da Brat)
Uh I keep the windows down
So when I hit the stoplight
All the niggas standing around spot what they like
They shoot me the 'Come Here' finger
But the music's so loud I just smile
And act like I don't see 'em
I've done had one or too many shots of Tequila
But when it's set to crunk I need my liquor
Loud and rowdy naturally
Pull up to my truck and smile
But you ain't proud of me
I left you in the rearview with a look of disgust
And a mad mug cause your windows almost bust
I can't fathom the thought of my seats not rumbling
And people catching whiplash when I past in front of
'em
I'm flashy and I don't care if you know
From the C to the H-I-C-A-G-O
I'm fresh to death no matter how I'm dressed
It's even hard for the cops to put me under arrest
Irresistibly huggable and lovable when
I gotta wiggle myself out of the trouble I get in
I'm Da Brat officer he turned and laughed
And said stop disturbing and got an autograph

(JD & Da Brat)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)

(Da Brat)
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lots of niggas hear the sound now they flagging me
down
Get attention when I drive by cause I'm so fly
Shorty the pimp represent the West Side of Chi
Know the haters watching
I love making 'em sick
I tear the roof off this mother like Parliament
People ride with me just to feel the bass in their chest
And be reminded of how it sounds So So Def

(JD)
See what we do other niggas can't
That's why for ten long years
I've been making 'em dance
You know?
Me and Da Brat it's family boy
Ya know?
We ain't never gon' break down
For y'all hatin' ass niggas
We gon keep on and keep on
Ya heard? (We ready!)

(JD & Da Brat)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)
So So Def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With Da B-R-A-T
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (We ready!)

Ay homie
Ay yo
Shit wassup with you
What...I make ya horny huh (giggle)
I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit
You act like you want some nigga.....do you?

(Da Brat)
Di di di da di di di da di day
I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way
Day to day you think of me
Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to
smoke and drink with me
The DJ keep spinnin' the hot records
Make the whole table go crazy the first second
Third I'm ready and able to hit the middle
Under that disco ball so I could shake a little
This shit for yall who dance with me
Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically
Don't get carried away with it
I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it
Insatiably, when I cum I do it patiently
Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me
You been chasing me for the longest time
Like Billy Joel so please tell me what's on ya
mind..nigga

Chorus:
Homie, you act like you want some
Now tell me, do I do I make ya horny huh
All up on me having a good time
I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind
mind (say 2x)

(Da Brat)
I put my hands on the back of your fade
And we danced till the crack of dawn came
To the sun raise up its on
Still got stamina to take you home
Brat the damager managed to handle any position
handed to her
You wanna fuck with the funk bandit
Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my
cleavage you can't stand it
And you ain't even believing you dancing with Brat
And making eye contact
Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally
Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say
to me
That you feel horny cuz I wanna know
If you want some of this I wish you tell me so
Cuz if I let you touch me I must want you to go
Home with me be alond with me to get some mo'
Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind
And even though I'm tipsy I wanna know what's on
ya mind

Chorus: say 2x

(22)
Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective
No chick can neglect this
Just listen when I stress this
The bitch was breathless
Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws
Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar
Uh huh wassup shorty
Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie
Thug love homie Brat put you up on pink lemonade
That's why I don't attract rats with my serinades
Stack off plubicades
Lack when it comes to brains
More than 2 women I'mma stack'em then play the
game
Rack'em they love my name 22
Cuz they figure amongst themselves can I really
enject 2
With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie
screaming
Everything is mine while I'm grinding the pussy
Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me

I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh

Chorus: say 4x

[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]

(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

(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

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

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)

(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)

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

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.

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.

[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

featuring JD & Da Brat

[Lil Bow Wow]
(You know me)
Yo this is Bow Wow, uh-huh
(You know me)
What can y'all do to me
Nothing
Shut it all the way down
(You know me)
Ain't no question I'mm do what I do every trip mama
A little pimp
(You know me)
All I do is find 'em
Love 'em and flee
It's like that
Little cat but I'm nice
(You know me)
Don't believe please
Step, step, step up
Cause I'm bad like Mike
(You know me)
Bout to watch small change, all change
Into big bucks

My niggas all we do is put down the smash
While y'all playa hataz keep coming with trash
I'm everything y'all been looking for
Everything that keep y'all straight hitting the floor
Little girls in the hood I got 'em all shook up
Tryna find this nigga so we can hook up
Even girls 18 they be tryna sneak
They find all kinds of ways to get next to me
I'm the don in this new millennium
O-H-I-O is where I'm from
I might of said it before but I'mma say it again
Since I stepped y'all niggas can't win
It's the B-O dub all in the club
The reason that girl keep shaking her butt
(You know me)
Gots to keep it going on
With JD on the track how can I go wrong?

[JD]
Shut it all the way down
(You know me)
Ain't no question
I'mma do what I do what I does every trip mama
Big pimp
(You know me)
All I do is find 'em, love 'em and flee
It's like that
Big cat and I'm nice
(You know me)
Don't believe, please
Step, step, step up
And I'm bad like Mike
(You know me)
'Bout to watch small change, all change
Into big bucks, uh

Girls that talk slick
I don't want that
I want me a nice girl type
That ain't really been touched
If she all in the mix
I don't want that
Cause those be the hoes that talk to much
That five double oh
I don't want that
I want me a six with the tricks and the tv in the roof
That bottle of Mo'
I don't want that
Bring me the pineapple, cranberry
And the grape fruit sour
Do it, five flavor flow like fluid
Swallow I'm tryna keep y'all dancing like never before
Screaming at the DJ gimme some more
It's So So Def and we don't play
Put it down like this every day
And in the A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A that's where I stay
Now march

[Da Brat]
You gotta find a way to turn it up man
Uh, uh, shut it all the way down
(You know me)
Ain't no question I do what I do every trip papa
A big pimp
(You know me)
And all is find 'em
Love 'em and flee, it's like that
It's Da Brat and I'm nice
(You know me)
And if you don't believe, please
Step, step, step up
I'm bad like Mike
(You know me)
And all I do is keep on making the big, big bucks

Niggas with no dough I don't want those
Broke in the club all night holler at any ho
Pretty boys who feminine I don't want that
I need a thug to keep my adrenaline pumpin' fast
Hook up my grandma with a fresh new V with a note attached
Telling her you love me
The six-o-six-four-four and I'm too nice to stop the flow
Rock some more
So So Def is a family
We on top and that's how it has to be
From JD to Bow Wow, to JE and me
Everything we drop so hot continuously
If the sex ain't freaky that ain't me
And if the check ain't weekly, we can't be
I'm still a big thang getter
Big Momma the Brat from C-H-I-C-A-G-O

(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

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
we know a tech, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration.
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation.
No busters, niggah what no imitations.
If one things not for cash and gold rings
it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'.
Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin'
This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
We know a trick, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

We know bad, like we know good
We know the wold, like we know the hood
We know young, like we know old
We know platnum, like we know gold
And how to get the fat dough
We know, we know

We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno
Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)
I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray.
And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em
I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving?
Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us
on the lose like mine and passing others?
Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him.
Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em.
We know how to get the money and hussle, we know
how to split a

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
we know a tech, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration.
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation.
No busters, niggah what no imitations.
If one things not for cash and gold rings
it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'.
Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin'
This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin

We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
We know a trick, like we know a dime
We know fat, like we know whack
And how to make a dope stack
We know, we know

We know bad, like we know good
We know the wold, like we know the hood
We know young, like we know old
We know platnum, like we know gold
And how to get the fat dough
We know, we know

We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno
Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)
I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray.
And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em
I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving?
Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us
on the lose like mine and passing others?
Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him.
Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em.
We know how to get the money and hussle, we know
how to split a

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.

Now that you are out of
my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak
without ya But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke
without ya But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad
without ya I laugh harder
You thought I wouldn't grow
without ya Now I'm wiser
You thought that I'd be helpless
without ya 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 nine million
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
Thought I couldn't breathe
without you I'm inhalin'
You thought I couldn't see
without you 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
without ya But I'm on top
Though it would be over by now
But it won't stop
You thought that I would self
destruct But I'm still here
Even in my years to come
I'm still gon' be here
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
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 gonna blast you
on the radio
I'm better than that
I'm not gonna lie on
or your family yo
I'm better than that
I'm not gonna hate you
in the magazine
I'm better than that
I'm not gonna compromise
my Christianity
I'm better than that
You know I'm not gonna diss you
on the Internet
Cause my momma told me
better than that
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'

I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'
I'm a survivor
I'm not gonna give up
I'm not gon' stop
I'm gonna work harder
I'm a survivor
I'm gonna make it
I will survive
Keep on survivin'

Yeah
A classic story be told,
Carmen a hip hopera watch the drama unfold
The tragic tale of a girl
Tryin' to capture the gold
With a free spirit, brothers strady tryin' to hold
What would you do for love? (uh huh)
Is the cost too much?
Or the object of your desire you're tryin' to touch
Sometimes beauty it best observed from a far
Rise and fall with a star, as we face the cause

[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