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I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin' but the funk...yoooooohoo Chorus: i be da b-r-a-t the new lady wit dat shit ya can't fuck wit (say 2x) Verse 1: Uh, fool sittin' all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that) Well let me lift you to the sky Just climb aboard the b-r-a-t ride Those with no love i stay about like god Quick to pull ya trigga nigga quick to pull ya card And it don't stop and it don't quit In ninety-fo i be the sho shot shit And in years to come shit ain't gonna change Sosodef, you know the name of the game And those that say they don't, nigga bitch please Cuz, we be known for makin' dem geeees Settin them swole, steady going gold Whateva we release, whateva we unfold So now you know in ninety-fo who's the shit And who's got the shit dat you just can't fuck wit Chorus Verse 2: Well yo, i ain't no joke never have never will be Down your whole block you can feel me All i do is keep fucking it up The doper my shit the bigger my come up Now tell me have you ever heard a female vocalist Swift like this that kick shit like this? I don't think so, i don't think you know No hoe that can flow like i flow And plus if you like it rough and rugged then you love it Play it say it day to day you never ever get enough of it (wooooooo) Ain't i ridiculous its dat bad mamma jamma Like hammer you can't touch this (don't fuck wit) my shit (nor) my click (don't even trip) cuz you bound to get split....biiitch Ain't no thang ain't no thang For me to put it down and make you motherfuckas swang Bridge: di di di dah di di di dah di day All you suckas anxious won't you please come out and play (say 2x) Chorus |
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| 2. |
| 3:20 |
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(Verse 1) I am..... quick to pull the trigger quick to pull your card Hard late for the boulevard It's Da B to the R A T with the bump Sendin good vibrations from the trunk to the front Of your ride (ride) where I live that's what they like (like) So that's what I give Somethin for them fools when they crawl and creep And creep and crawl, it's fa all y'all Well.......... (Hook) Who's that makin that funky noise? It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey hey (you don't hear me, though) Who's that makin that funky noise? It's like that, it's like that, it's Da Brat Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey (Verse 2) Now that Da Brat's in the house yo the house is packed Guys and girls everywhere with a hump in they back As I sling my funk like a vodoo moose through the hood All Fa Y'all cause everything is good Now..... lay back listen to the phattest Listen to the baddest rhymin apparatus At a status you ain't got to check Cause y'all knows that I definitely gets wrecked So, uh (Hook) (Verse 3) Gotta give thanks to the funk when it's time to pray With some fine ass dank now it's time to play That shit from that ghetto ass bitch me be B to the R A to the T Just niggas and bitches on every side Waitin for the chance to get funkdafied And all they gotta do is learn the words of this anthem I'll grant them if you can chant them Like everybody else.. (Hook) I promise to funk The whole funk Nothing but the funk I promise to funk The whole funk Nothing but the funk |
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| 3. |
| 3:31 |
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Now this some bad weed, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Oh how I love it when I fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up. My day starts out light, But ends up very heavy as the night approach, When I take float from all that smoke that I smoked, No joke, as I commence to take flight, It's gotta be first class cause this ass could give a f~ck about coach b~tch, How high do you fly when you fly Brat? From the bottom to the top, top to bottom and back, Now as I lay me in the cut getting f~cked up, Puffing on blunts and coming up with some more of that funky stuff, Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus, Notice that hocus pocus abracadaba smoke just, Fills up the room as I breathe again, once more from the ghetto it's them braids and, When flossing in my Benz with my friends it begins, Smell the aroma, putting you in coma, It's that super stanky dank that'll make you faint, go blank, Hey, when I hits the door, all my niggas say. Chorus: Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up. It's a new day, new day truly ain't nothing changed, Fall up out my bed to the same old things, Your average everyday black surroundings, It's barbecue, a little weed, it's some niggas with some bass pounding, One o'clock is the time I raise, Take a shower, brush my teeth and correct my braids, Now listen up to what I say, Because this type of sh~t, it happens everyday, And I got a place where I search my soul, In the summer it's a pool, in the winter it's a smoke hole, 20 feet away from the house in the back, Surrounded by a gate, draped in all black, It's where me and my homies go, Smoking on that dank 'til it ain't no more, How we smoke? We smoke to a maximum, Doing our thing, kicking back relaxing and uh. Chorus: Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up |
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| 3:06 |
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Yeah So Funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat tat tat tat...on that ass Chorus: So So So Funkdafied So So So Funkdafied So So So Funkdafied Verse 1: Open up open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name J and his new found friend I'm hittin switches like Eric on the solo creep For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T. Puttin the dip in your hip from right to left It's the ghetto west bitch and I'm So So Def Nigga that's my click Nigga that's who I rolls with And we kicks nothing but the fat(sh,sh,hhh) Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic with the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit (Why?!) Because we so funkdafied (Why?!) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G H da E T T O, nigga Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin' And freak this dest just like Ashford and Simpson Chorus: Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Verse 2: Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes the Brat tat tat tat I make your neck snap back Meaning I got the hit that a get'cha bent Tearing the roof off this mutha like Parliament I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, damnit! Brat your the funk Bandit and they can't handle it I know That's why I keep hittin'em with this grammer Lettin' all ya'll know that I'm the real mama jama Straight to the head like a chronic sack I pass the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back Wella sistas and fellas It's time to get your groove on I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move homes Breaking these fools off proper like It's S.O.S.O.D.E.F. dynamite Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like Ralph K And since this ain't no Honeymoon, I'm here to stay And the way we comin' at cha Baby we can't miss There's a new tag team in town Nigga, Whoomp, there it is Chorus: Cause I'm so, so, so Funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkdafied |
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| 5. |
| 4:13 |
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Verse 1) Now back from the 6 o 6 4 4 full of indo Untypical is that bad ass ho B to the R to the A to the T Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me The city of C H I is where I'm from The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb And here I come steady breakin bustas off Up to bat is Da Brat and ain't a damn thing soft About me no doubt the B R A T Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's So funkdafied who can be this lady Brat westside bustin like a 380 From the top of my head to the sole of my feet Broke down smoked out locced out is she That bitch that'll hit ya get ya And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha (Hook) Fall into the groove of the waxin Let my music take you high-e-i Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride And move that body from side to side (Repeat) (Verse 2) A real fresh voice over top of low frequency Is the chain like connection between you and me Why? Cause I got that bump de de bump And baby you got them humps in your trunk So it's on (Shit) Lay back nigga we fin to ride I gotta get high I gotta get mine Baptized all up in this funky shit Fired up is that bitch that you just can't with I got what you need do you wanna fly? This is your brain on drugs and I Have been captured taken over by The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high It's like fire locked in my bones Get smoked the fuck out it's the funk bring it on (oh yeah) And that's how I hit ya And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha (Hook) (Verse 3) Hypnotized by a motherfucker puttin it down It's Da Brat watch your back when I'm in your town Cause I gotta be funky I gotta be me I gotta be that same bitch from the streets A woman of my clad Commin up with the motherfucking funk so I know my track Right, can you feel it do you hear what I hear Nothin but the funk bumpin up in your ear Double S-O definitely So locced out that it's just so s-o crazy Brat on that ass fallin back once more Getting filled on full with that shit from the ghetto You better ask somebody if you don't know I'm from Chicago and you can't fade this ho And that's how I get ya And when you bumpin up my shit nigga take the funk wit 'cha (Hook |
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| 6. |
| 3:54 |
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Yo, puttin' down, definition
Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) For me to knock niggas out the box daily Get out, watch ya steps and the ol' bucksway Fire sixteen and we bust an oozy What side can we ride on, take off your sign or Fire tech-9 and we bust your car right Here's one, it bust louder than a normal gun Here's one, fire one and fire on and on Ambush, we have bush and we have tech psycho Run by and rat tat tat at cha' and ya trucko Bumptity bump is that shit that cha' get When ya listenin' to the sounds of Da Brat (BABY!) It's like that it's like that ain't no future in frontin' So to avoid all that I keep bumpin' (AH NIGGA!) I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!) Step and get broke up loc How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang) Puttin' it down, puttin' it down ain't no thang (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) It's the ZZ, it's one to the two to the motherfucking three (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) For me to knock niggas out the box daily Uh, it ain't no thang for me to lay a busta down Buck a sucker down cause me don't fuck around With them niggas that be fussin' on that fake shit I'm on that ill tip nigga, you ain't heard about that real bitch Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge Motherfuckers wanna test me, cops wanna arrest me But fuck that, ya get a hole in ya fuckin' head I puts it down as a come up with a pinch of Chi A little dash of the funk and it's funkdafied As I combine them to get the good funkdafied Can ya ride with this bitch from the Westside (NIGGA!) I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!) Puffin' on that indo smoke How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang) Back with a motherfucking dope and man From around the mountain, to the place that chu' call ya block It's that nigga with no nuts but cha' still on jock Highly (Why you) why me cause I rap tightly And ain't no need for you to even try me From sunrise to sunset I keeps niggas in check It's the i-itiful, dopest individual Who gets wreck, for all places and all races First come, first serve basis (Ain't no half steppin') Cause Brat's spittin' shit like an automatic weapon Ain't no room for no flaws in this click (Cause the shit that we make is the funky shit) Ya know (NIGGA!) I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!) Step and get broke up loc How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang) Puttin' down puttin down cause it ain't no thang |
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| 3:12 |
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Verse 1 - Da Brat (Mac Daddy) Get down... ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down) Now (I know you love how my shit sounds) So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind 1 time 2 times 3 times I'm Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine Either recite what I write or hold that ass Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast Now (There I go there I go there I go) (With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow) If you ain't down you best to get down quick Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit (Hook) When your in the mood to flow let me know Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go So I know that you know that I know you gets none But if you want some come and get some (Verse 2) To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click It be the crooked letta O double that once more Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's On, till I let them fools disperse Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke Off, tossed like a cloth I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with (Hook) (Verse 3 - Mac Daddy) Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent For so very long But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb Saggin all dressed in black I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs Leanin to the side peepin out the scene Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend To the microphone which I'm known to rock Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop I know you still feel The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel To the king that I may very be The macadocious A-town player the M-A-C (Hook) |
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| 4:31 |
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[Da Brat] Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands To the niggas in the back clap your hands And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance So get your ass up out your seats And get down to the sounds of the B R A T Now me I be she with the funk Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect Its like asthma motherfuckers gasping for breath Cuz I'm def so so very its scary Never teary and what I kick is necessary Cuz bullshit irritates the ear That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear Don't worry cuz everything is fine Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind Chorus: Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do JD: On and on til the break of dawn See the beats don't stop til the early morn Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back [Da Brat] My shit is what the niggas like Gangsta as funk is all we write Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk And you shit ain't shit if your shit don't bump Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get When you fuckin' with dat shit from a so def bitch I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy Its me that Brat so ease on back And let me slide on up to the top of the stack Fron the westside def side is my crew Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo My shit fly shit why should I get Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches Its just me myself my blunts and my click Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit...oh yea Chorus: Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do JD: On and on til the break of dawn See the beats don't stop til the early morn Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back [Da Brat] Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days Fucked up by the ways I play shit complicated but basic I ain't nothing to fuck with and you gotsta face it You can't trace cuz ain't no outline you can't out rhyme You can't route yours like I route mine Energetical funkadelical made for the radio Cuz stereo where ever I let it though its on on To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome Don't worry cuz everything is fine I'm fired up and you done lost your mind Chorus: Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do JD: On and on til the break of dawn See the beats don't stop til the early morn Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back - then chorus without JD and Brat - then chorus without Man and Brat - then chorus without Man and JD - then chorus without Man and Brat - then chorus without Man and JD |
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| 9. |
| 3:13 |
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|
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