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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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Verse One: Da Brat
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back, With more bounce to the ounce, its Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, The funk-keeper, competition sweeper, Known for makin' speakers bleed, smokin' hella weed, Givin' ya what you need, Indeed I'm nice, jewelery full of ice, The industry ain't been the same since I came and sprinkled my spice, Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted, Recognize the gifted and how it's no fuckin' around in the West Side district, Get it twisted if you wanna, choose your destiny, Leave all that simple shit at home, and bring your fuckin' best for me, Cause right here playtime stops, Okay, rhymes flop and all that real deal shit hits tops, See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge, And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far, Repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kick it shit, All the right shit to give a nigga a hit. Chorus: Da Brat If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put your hands in the air and let's all get high, Roll up a fat one and pass it around, Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound, If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put your hands in the air and let's all get high, Roll up a fat one and pass it around, Lay back wit' the Brat just get on down. Verse Two: Krayzie Bone Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together, Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke, Take it slow, we smokin' junk, Cause your rollin' wit' Mo, We having a celebration, we doing this all night if you wanna get away, You can play in my high times, And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the Thuggish way, Well have you Thugged it with a Thug lately? We Krayzie, And nigga we often got the bud blaze-ay So if you get high, better get with this crowd, I bet you wanna get weeded, Fuck wit' your Thugs out of Cleveland, Stay peyoted and tweeded them Thugs we blazing we fiending, Now can you feel this connect with So So Def, Mo Thugs, My squad and your posse, my nigga we gonna be alright, So come around everybody party down, get down, And let that real shit hit your chest, cause I know when I get that hydro, Yo nigga Thugsta gimme some love, Can somebody bang and slang your dog with couple of Thugs from the cut. Chorus: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high, The sh~t we keep, we got you hypnoitzed, Ain't nobody dealin' with me, My nigga Billy get your smoke on man, Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad. Verse Three: Da Brat Yeah, but there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action, Certified platinum slashin' bastards, Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me, I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see, Leave synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps, Get deeper than the abyss, watch me and your nigga creep, Sky's the limits, dim them lights cause Krayzie got the hydro, Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow, We non-fictional characters, carry grudges till its dealt with, Underestimate the wrong bitch, and get your shit split, You better light a splife and mind your muthafuckin' business, Or get that ass put in the Witness Protection Program, Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level, Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil, Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Sagante' in the glove box, Puffin' with crooked cops, And can't nothin' hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop. Outro: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high. |
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[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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to the beat beat and ya dont quit shit
Before the sun shines the rain falls Applause the encore Havent you heard of a bitch who can open like pores Pop a nigga like a pimple keep it simple enough Make em wonder what the fuck happened leavin em stuffed Get that ass kicked fast quick in a hurry You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that i was comin' Used to laugh when i had a demo But since the big stretch lex limo You aint got no moe jokes Ya wanna come on and go wit me To my place hate to hurt ya feelings sexual healin aint the case Laced the tracks like angle dust Thus fuckin wit us is deadly Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasnt ready Stay bregheted up, platinum plus Nubians E three four chrome's 18's three piece B B S treat seat's And y'all shall find riches it's mad bitches gettin dough I'll die for I go broke just a lil moe CHORUS Just a lil bit more Do me just a uhh Just a lil bit more will ease my mind Repeat 2x Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect I live to party all night And love to have sex Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low Make a good piece of cheese but could use some more Who got a lighter bout to blaze up its tucked in tight I let the ventilation slide sensation between the windpipe Ignite it up try to bite my style too tought Its too much , too lil, too late for you to come up Be decieved of ya wanna be foolish this bad mandate bitch is true to the shit,envoke the spirits like the craft's Serve the niggas half the stash in case the cash get low The bastard know Fuck over the dough and die Pick yo casket if you feel that you gone try some shit no nigga ever lasted past the first attempt I leave em baffled and gaffle em for all of they keys Then dispence to my niggas like Sony distributing LP'S CHORUS Repeat 1x to the tic toc and ya dont stop to the beat beat and ya dont quit Repeat 3x a lil moe bitch a lil moe nigga a lil moe baby That'll ease your mutha-phuckin' mind... so so def wit that mind blowin shit |
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Intro: Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal
Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Keep rocking, ah ah ah ah ah, Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Brat tat-tat on that ass, ah ah ah ah ah. Verse One: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri Bringing more noise than P.E., we true and flew in life, Leave us J.D. and rock a party all night tight, nigga, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven, well, Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, J.D., what the deal is? Lemme get some, How many occasions, you and your liasons, Can't fuck with this phenomenon, division, separated from the norm, Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times, So get your groove on, put one in the air, And let's all get high, In the back of my black on black, you come through in ninety, Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me, I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat, hey, Bulletproof windows, for negroes that wanna act, Don't wanna face the fact, that that's the way we live, Lookin' everyday jig, buyin' everything big, You dig? Nigga, you don't wanna' go the distance, surrender, Consistence allows me the keep clockin' tender, And enter a new millenium, cracking motherfuckers craniums, Droppin' bombs, Saddam Hussein and niggas straining, Hit a little, I'm feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked, The sweat trickle, as I slid a little liquor down my throat, It ain't no hope for these niggas who broke and acting big willy, They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really, Spark up another philly and eyewitness, The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes, The lifestyle of the bitch is famous, Make the payment to Shawntae, Embarass niggas as a hobby all day Harris, Fly me to the moon, soon and very soon stay tuned, Prepare to meet you doom, 'cause it ain't no room for you. Chorus: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it live, keepin' it live, Its' like straight to the scene, It's like that it's Da Brat just, Keepin' it live, keepin' it, we make you say, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh. Verse Two: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri And if you're feeling for masquerade, I can rock a party to daybreak, Parlay as we stack, Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar, Butter like parkay, wanted in four plate sex, So So Def-initely the best, better watch your step, It's booby trapped with hits, I make 'em clap to this, You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid, It's niggas like me that have more fun, Pop moe' bottles than the next one, Supermodel sex and make a portion, Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man, Fifty grand in my hand sittin' on, top of the world, Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging, Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers, Hey yo, Brat you da funk bandit, Act like you know, the baddest weed habit having mommy to hit the door, Flash it a little, living riddles can't buy the vittles, Get cash, life don't only come once to let it pass, To all my niggas rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks, Niggas from the old school that started all this shit, Big time weightholders, dope clocking for years, Niggas, you watched as a shorty, thinking that's the way to live, Giving all I got to give, us bitches is pushing sixes, With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist, Legistics, is strictly riches, The other fishes in the sea, can't be malicious as me, fucking with G's. Chorus: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it live, keepin' it live, Its' like straight to the scene, It's like that it's Da Brat just, Keepin' it live, keepin' it, we make you say, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh. |
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(I'm gonna give it 2 you)
One for da money Two for da bass Three to get ya goin' 'Cuz da brat's in da place (I'm gonna give it 2 you) It's me, da O.G.Funk Bandit (Who's dat?) Da B to da R A T and in fact If you ain't heard of me Take a seat, lay back and listen As I bust for yo ass on dis funkdafied mission (Just kick off your shoes and relax your feet) That's right (Party on down wit da brat and her beat) Now it goes like dat and dat's how it goes I'ma give it to all you negroes and hoes So listen up, make sure you listen up well And don't miss shit 'cuz this bitch be bad as hell (Truth of matter is I splatta it) Then talk shit in a gangta's way, dat's how dem fool's get dealt wit So what you wanna do bitch? Don't even trip (Step up, step up) And I'ma bust yo lip Now I know dat you know dat I know you don't want me to But keep on trippin' and I'ma give it to you, bitch (I'm gonna give it 2 you) (I'm gonna give it 2 you) (I'm gonna give it 2 you) Brat is da (Fantastic, romantic, single-handed, bandit and damnit) Don't get no betta Betta it don't get no mo, than da flo dat I flo For you negroes and hoes Devastating, captivating, elevating, as I Operating and I love to get high (Well nigga fire up, nigga fire it up) At your request, I guess it's time for me to get fucked up It goes (One puff, two puff, three puff, four) From the bottom to the top, top to bottom I go So now you know, what I ain't and what I is It's da baddest new bitch in dis hip-hop biz O.G. is what I (Am) A brat is what I (Be) Blounts are what I (Smoke) And you can't see (Me ) So let it go, 'cuz my shit is tight Take it how I it give it and enjoy da night (I'm gonna give it 2 you) It's like that, it's like that For da nine fuckin for, it's da brat and you don't know (I'm gonna give it 2 you) You betta ask some muthafuckin' body Lodi Dodi, I came to party, bitch (I'm gonna give it 2 you) Word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real doe Shit, word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real doe (I'm gonna give it 2 you) (I'm gonna give it 2 you) |
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I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them But you had the answer You told me to take a chance And learn the ways of love, my baby And all that it has to offer.. You told me your secret love won't let you down Ohh allll my love baby... Da Brat: Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change Between you and your boo. Put a hold on me ever since I held you What compelled you to be my nigga Besides passion and lust You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust Fuck the others, none of them compare to us And under covers you my muthafucka nigga, When you stickin my stuff You laid pipe unlike any other plumber Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin. Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak. Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weight Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much. And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch But as the days keep passin, keep it laughin with stacks of letters Hit you so you don't forget us When you'd rather not be livin in the cella Hella muthafuckas want your occupation But they can keep pacin, cuz I'm gonna be waitin on my Baby... CHORUS: T-Boz: And all this love, is waiting for you My baby... Sweet Darling... And all this love is waiting for you Da Brat: Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around Da Brat: Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese, And pissing me the fuck off. The first thought of committing a felony never left I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L, Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I Saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun Cash rules, and you remain to be the King of my throne Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation If I'm incarcerated Too you can make it through, we bail on the Jealous Who tell us the opposite of that, Forever you and Brat I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame... CHORUS (x3) |
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Da Brat)
Hard times in the Funk Intro: Jermaine Dupri) Yeah, So Funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat...on that ass CHORUS 1) So, So, So Funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Verse 1) Open up, open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name J and his new found friend I'm hittin switches like Eric on the solo creep For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T. Puttin the dip in your hip from right to left It's the ghetto west bitch and I'm So So Def Nigga that's my click Nigga that's who I rolls with And we kicks nothing but the fat(sh,sh,hhh) Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic with the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit (Why?!) Because we so funkdafied (Why?!) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G H da E T T O, nigga Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin' And freak this dest just like Ashford and Simpson CHORUS 2) Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Verse 2) Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes the Brat tat tat tat I make your neck snap back Meaning I got the hit that a get'cha bent Tearing the roof off this mutha like Parliament I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, damnit! Brat your the funk Bandit and they can't handle it I know That's why I keep hittin'em with this grammer Lettin' all ya'll know that I'm the real mama jama Straight to the head like a chronic sack I pass the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back Wella sistas and fellas It's time to get your groove on I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move homes Breaking these fools off proper like It's S.O.S.O.D.E.F. dynamite Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like Ralph K And since this ain't no Honeymoon, I'm here to stay And the way we comin' at cha Baby we can't miss There's a new tag team in town Nigga, Whoomp, there it is CHORUS 3) Cause I'm so, so, so Funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkdafied |
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(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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[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
B Side, B side, check it SoSoDef, Bad Boy, collaboration The Notorious BIG's in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it I got beats and beats That ya love to rock to Funk from my trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause yo, correct way to get your groove on, flossin I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Now I be the one that you can't mess wit They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new found friend [Da Brat] sliding in from the front, never way behind you're tryin to figure how I came with this style of mine remain, in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip Brat and Biggie Smalls [Notorious B.I.G.] oh shit, on top of all that, I'm so-so remarkable, flow, making competition know ain't any MC coming close to the Notorious B.I.G. baby, baby [Chorus] [Notorious B.I.G.] I never knew that you never had a clue of who was the king of the street more deep than a range rover jeep, guns under the seat and my man just came home from work release, chrysalis in my lap, chronic in the air (now Biggie pass what's lit like you just don't care) yeah, you on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs when I'm pissed, release the rolex from your wrist baby, no human being, Korean or European be seeing what we be seeing, now they be peeing in they drawers, because Biggie Smalls will spark a weed brat-tat-tat please speak [Da Brat] just close your eyes, cause you already see (fool) the Notorious B-R-A-T [Notorious B.I.G.] The raw combination destination, number one tote a gun with no hestiation live with the funkdified cutie pie gat by the side, the Smalls by her side, if you mess with her you gots to mess with me and we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby [Chorus] Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak [Da Brat] I got the funk in my pocket, keep it locked down shorty you know who represents them platinuim sound now Biggie, baby, I done heard that Juicy didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B you're pledging to wreck with a notorious hustler ready to die jump in the benz, took me a little ride round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef and told the homey JD I was the one, buck the rest we Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teaching me how to really survive rather it be, track or blunt, ain't no need to front got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nucka we come in mass, is clipping ass, my glass is full of moet the rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, b to the r, ah, a-t rolling off swoll on chrome 17 [Chorus] |
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