I'm da Brat-tat-tat My homeboy dead on the track And we gon lay you flat on your back wit the beat boom boom pat pat like that, you heard me? We comin' in this game like some survivors And we leavin' this game like some survivors So from now until we dead and gone, We gon be some survivors You heard me? Beyonce, where you at? Now that you're out of my life I'm so much better You thought that I'd be weak without you But I'm stronger You thought that I'd be broke without you But I'm richer You thought that I'd be sad without you I laugh harder You thought I wouldn't grow without you Now I'm wiser Though that I'd be helpless without you But I'm smarter You thought that I'd be stressed without you But I'm chillin' You thought I wouldn't sell without you Sold 9 million I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'm gon work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'm gon work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' Wishing you the best Pray that you are blessed Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness (I'm better than that) I'm not gon blast you on the radio (I'm better than that) I'm not gon lie on you and your family (I'm better than that) I'm not gon hate on you in the magazines ('m better than that) I'm not gon compromise my Christianity (I'm better than that) You know I'm not gon diss you on the internet Cause my mama taught me better than that I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'm gon work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' Now I done been through the storm and the rain Climbed up the rough side and got tougher times But I'll have stuff to shine pull out the pumps to protect mine Survive in the game Hate on me cuz you lame But they'll never see your face or say your name No more pain for me, no more misery Cuz you history I'ma hold on to what I got Strap on my perfection My own protection My own direction Gonna be the best at what I do I'ma make it too Stompin like a soldier in my big black boots I keep 'em jumpin' jumpin' Stayin funky funky for you No matter who's that be that done walked out of your life you don't need em don't need no healin' As long as i'm still breathin' Not leavin for no reason Seen 'em come and go Once rich they knock gold No house no more, not even a condo As long as I know how to love i'ma stay alive With that gangsta style They can't contain me cuz i'm wild Not ashamed to stand out In the rain sittin' on thangs Crunked out, spittin' my game No doubt i'ma get paid in a big way Survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'm gon work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'm gon work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'm gon work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'm gon work harder I'm a survivor (What?) I'm gonna make it (What?) I will survive (What?) Keep on survivin' (What?)
*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
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
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 4:20p.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
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
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
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
Jermaine Dupri: Yo..you ever be out & see somebody that you want right then & there, you don't even feel like talkin' you just wanna walk right up to 'em & be like..
[Chorus:] Bow Wow : Hey shorty, what I gotta do ? Da Brat : Say what ? Bow Wow : To get one night with you. Da Brat : One night. Bow Wow : I ain't tryin' to play no game. Da Brat : Is that right? Bow Wow : I'm just tryin' to do to the Damn Thing. Da Brat : Hey boy first let me say. Bow Wow : Uh huh... what up? Da Brat : If I ever let you play. Bow Wow : Uh huh... Da Brat : Never would leave you on this thing. Bow Wow : Why? Da Brat : 'Cause I know for doin' my Damn Thing Bow Wow :No gas liquid in this young fly mister I could turn a honda to 7-45 whipper Shorty if I ride wit you that would be a nice picture If somebody say chese they talkin' 'about me Like hey Nah holla back though I gotta lotta that I could have you in some true religons louis this gucci that Shake what she gave ya Your mama would be proud of that Once I get you back some.
You ain't gon' know how to act You on fire Oh I think I Oh I think I like ya Boy I think I Boy I think I might just Let you hold the Lambo let you ride the Coup Spend rubberband banks girl tell, me tell me.
[Chorus:]
I see you runnin' round wit these regular cats I was just thinkin' to myself you can do better than that I'm so ahead of the pack Be no more peddles relax An Mybaq' that how you say it but you spead the baq' Like hey shawty what I gotta say Where I gotta take ya, what I gotta pay Even if it's for a night or if it's only for a day I promise I Bow won't bite, Bow will behave Even though you on fire Oh I think I oh I think I like you Boy I think I, boy I think I might just Let you hold the Lambo, let you ride the Coup Spend rubberband banks Girl tell me, tell me.
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 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
[Verse 1] Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me If you had some figures you will be just like me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I shining like a light B Niggaz talking yep in there muthaf**kin throwback It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat We stepping on these niggaz like a muthaf**kin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back We stackin big faces 'cause we still spending throwbacks!
[Chorus] Ohh I think they like me [x16]
[Verse 2] Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up First nigga act up first nigga get bust Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw dat dont sight me!) I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace Ear piece icy they straight up like me
You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly) Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cause Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta
[Chorus]
A young nigga I luv to muthaf**kin fight but when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe so when my muthaf**kin partnas when they rumble when they right strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light some people say im crazy, my eye stay lazy the neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80 killin f**k niggas when they dont wanna pay me ones on my shirt, stay clean so i made it we back on the block, servin glass to the jay nigga gotta glass jar, swappin shit, breakin face gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced gotta king fitch tell her get the f**k out tha way wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race young nigga tryin ta get it, wat i care about a case if u want me come n get me bitch i gotta AK see yall nigga, me n my click n we dont muthaf**kin play
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)
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..
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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
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
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
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(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
[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
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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
