Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994) by Da Brat (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

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

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)

[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

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