Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000) by Da Brat (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Verse 1)

I am..... quick to pull the trigger quick to pull your card
Hard late for the boulevard
It's Da B to the R A T with the bump
Sendin good vibrations from the trunk to the front
Of your ride (ride) where I live that's what they like (like)
So that's what I give
Somethin for them fools when they crawl and creep
And creep and crawl, it's fa all y'all
Well..........

(Hook)
Who's that makin that funky noise?
It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass
Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey hey (you don't hear me, though)
Who's that makin that funky noise?
It's like that, it's like that, it's Da Brat
Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey

(Verse 2)
Now that Da Brat's in the house yo the house is packed
Guys and girls everywhere with a hump in they back
As I sling my funk like a vodoo moose through the hood
All Fa Y'all cause everything is good
Now..... lay back listen to the phattest
Listen to the baddest rhymin apparatus
At a status you ain't got to check
Cause y'all knows that I definitely gets wrecked
So, uh

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Gotta give thanks to the funk when it's time to pray
With some fine ass dank now it's time to play
That shit from that ghetto ass bitch me be
B to the R A to the T
Just niggas and bitches on every side
Waitin for the chance to get funkdafied
And all they gotta do is learn the words of this anthem
I'll grant them if you can chant them
Like everybody else..

(Hook)

I promise to funk
The whole funk
Nothing but the funk

I promise to funk
The whole funk
Nothing but the funk

Verse One: Da Brat
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back,
With more bounce to the ounce, its Da Brat-tat-tat-tat,
The funk-keeper, competition sweeper,
Known for makin' speakers bleed, smokin' hella weed,
Givin' ya what you need,
Indeed I'm nice, jewelery full of ice,
The industry ain't been the same since I came and sprinkled my spice,
Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted,
Recognize the gifted and how it's no fuckin' around in the West Side district,
Get it twisted if you wanna, choose your destiny,
Leave all that simple shit at home, and bring your fuckin' best for me,
Cause right here playtime stops,
Okay, rhymes flop and all that real deal shit hits tops,
See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge,
And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far,
Repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kick it shit,
All the right shit to give a nigga a hit.


Chorus: Da Brat
If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky,
Put your hands in the air and let's all get high,
Roll up a fat one and pass it around,
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound,
If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky,
Put your hands in the air and let's all get high,
Roll up a fat one and pass it around,
Lay back wit' the Brat just get on down.


Verse Two: Krayzie Bone
Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together,
Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke,
Take it slow, we smokin' junk,
Cause your rollin' wit' Mo,
We having a celebration, we doing this all night if you wanna get away,
You can play in my high times,
And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the Thuggish way,
Well have you Thugged it with a Thug lately? We Krayzie,
And nigga we often got the bud blaze-ay
So if you get high, better get with this crowd,
I bet you wanna get weeded,
Fuck wit' your Thugs out of Cleveland,
Stay peyoted and tweeded them Thugs we blazing we fiending,
Now can you feel this connect with So So Def, Mo Thugs,
My squad and your posse, my nigga we gonna be alright,
So come around everybody party down, get down,
And let that real shit hit your chest, cause I know when I get that hydro,
Yo nigga Thugsta gimme some love,
Can somebody bang and slang your dog with couple of Thugs from the cut.


Chorus: Krayzie Bone
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high,
The sh~t we keep, we got you hypnoitzed,
Ain't nobody dealin' with me,
My nigga Billy get your smoke on man,
Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad.


Verse Three: Da Brat
Yeah, but there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action,
Certified platinum slashin' bastards,
Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me,
I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see,
Leave synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps,
Get deeper than the abyss, watch me and your nigga creep,
Sky's the limits, dim them lights cause Krayzie got the hydro,
Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow,
We non-fictional characters, carry grudges till its dealt with,
Underestimate the wrong bitch, and get your shit split,
You better light a splife and mind your muthafuckin' business,
Or get that ass put in the Witness Protection Program,
Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level,
Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil,
Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Sagante' in the glove box,
Puffin' with crooked cops,
And can't nothin' hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop.


Outro: Krayzie Bone
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high,
Go on, get high, get high, get high,
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high,
Go on, get high, get high, get high,
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high,
Go on, get high, get high, get high.

[Da Brat]
Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands
To the niggas in the back clap your hands
And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance
So get your ass up out your seats
And get down to the sounds of the B R A T
Now me I be she with the funk
Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk
Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect
Its like asthma motherfuckers gasping for breath
Cuz I'm def so so very its scary
Never teary and what I kick is necessary
Cuz bullshit irritates the ear
That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear
Don't worry cuz everything is fine
Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind

Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
I'll make you neck snap back

[Da Brat]
My shit is what the niggas like
Gangsta as funk is all we write
Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk
And you shit ain't shit if your shit don't bump
Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get
When you fuckin' with dat shit from a so def bitch
I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see
Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy
Its me that Brat so ease on back
And let me slide on up to the top of the stack
Fron the westside def side is my crew
Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo
My shit fly shit why should I get
Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches
Its just me myself my blunts and my click
Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit...oh yea

Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
I'll make you neck snap back

[Da Brat]
Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering
To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been
Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics
Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics
I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days
Fucked up by the ways
I play shit complicated but basic
I ain't nothing to fuck with and you gotsta face it
You can't trace cuz ain't no outline you can't out rhyme
You can't route yours like I route mine
Energetical funkadelical made for the radio
Cuz stereo where ever I let it though its on on
To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome
Don't worry cuz everything is fine
I'm fired up and you done lost your mind

Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
I'll make you neck snap back

- then chorus without JD and Brat
- then chorus without Man and Brat
- then chorus without Man and JD
- then chorus without Man and Brat
- then chorus without Man and JD

to the beat beat and ya dont quit shit

Before the sun shines the rain falls
Applause the encore
Havent you heard of a bitch who can open like pores
Pop a nigga like a pimple keep it simple enough
Make em wonder what the fuck happened leavin em stuffed
Get that ass kicked fast quick in a hurry
You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that i was comin'
Used to laugh when i had a demo
But since the big stretch lex limo
You aint got no moe jokes
Ya wanna come on and go wit me
To my place hate to hurt ya feelings sexual healin aint the case
Laced the tracks like angle dust
Thus fuckin wit us is deadly
Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasnt ready
Stay bregheted up, platinum plus
Nubians E three four chrome's 18's three piece B B S treat seat's
And y'all shall find riches it's mad bitches gettin dough
I'll die for I go broke just a lil moe

CHORUS
Just a lil bit more
Do me just a uhh
Just a lil bit more will ease my mind
Repeat 2x

Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect
I live to party all night
And love to have sex
Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low
Make a good piece of cheese but could use some more
Who got a lighter bout to blaze up its tucked in tight
I let the ventilation slide sensation between the windpipe
Ignite it up try to bite my style too tought
Its too much , too lil, too late for you to come up
Be decieved of ya wanna be foolish this bad mandate bitch is
true to the shit,envoke the spirits like the craft's
Serve the niggas half the stash in case the cash get low
The bastard know
Fuck over the dough and die
Pick yo casket if you feel that you gone try some shit
no nigga ever lasted past the first attempt
I leave em baffled and gaffle em for all of they keys
Then dispence to my niggas like Sony distributing LP'S

CHORUS
Repeat 1x

to the tic toc and ya dont stop
to the beat beat and ya dont quit
Repeat 3x

a lil moe bitch
a lil moe nigga
a lil moe baby

That'll ease your mutha-phuckin' mind...
so so def wit that mind blowin shit

Intro: Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal
Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Keep rocking, ah ah ah ah ah,
Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Brat tat-tat on that ass, ah ah ah ah ah.

Verse One: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri
Bringing more noise than P.E., we true and flew in life,
Leave us J.D. and rock a party all night tight, nigga,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven, well,
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,
J.D., what the deal is? Lemme get some,
How many occasions, you and your liasons,
Can't fuck with this phenomenon, division, separated from the norm,
Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times,
So get your groove on, put one in the air,
And let's all get high,
In the back of my black on black, you come through in ninety,
Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me,
I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat, hey,
Bulletproof windows, for negroes that wanna act,
Don't wanna face the fact, that that's the way we live,
Lookin' everyday jig, buyin' everything big, You dig?
Nigga, you don't wanna' go the distance, surrender,
Consistence allows me the keep clockin' tender,
And enter a new millenium, cracking motherfuckers craniums,
Droppin' bombs, Saddam Hussein and niggas straining,
Hit a little, I'm feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked,
The sweat trickle, as I slid a little liquor down my throat,
It ain't no hope for these niggas who broke and acting big willy,
They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really,
Spark up another philly and eyewitness,
The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes,
The lifestyle of the bitch is famous,
Make the payment to Shawntae,
Embarass niggas as a hobby all day Harris,
Fly me to the moon, soon and very soon stay tuned,
Prepare to meet you doom, 'cause it ain't no room for you.


Chorus: Da Brat & Manuel Seal
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking,
We be keepin' it live, keepin' it live,
Its' like straight to the scene,
It's like that it's Da Brat just,
Keepin' it live, keepin' it, we make you say,
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh,
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh.


Verse Two: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri
And if you're feeling for masquerade,
I can rock a party to daybreak,
Parlay as we stack,
Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar,
Butter like parkay, wanted in four plate sex,
So So Def-initely the best, better watch your step,
It's booby trapped with hits, I make 'em clap to this,
You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid,
It's niggas like me that have more fun,
Pop moe' bottles than the next one,
Supermodel sex and make a portion,
Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man,
Fifty grand in my hand sittin' on, top of the world,
Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging,
Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers,
Hey yo, Brat you da funk bandit,
Act like you know, the baddest weed habit having mommy to hit the door,
Flash it a little, living riddles can't buy the vittles,
Get cash, life don't only come once to let it pass,
To all my niggas rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks,
Niggas from the old school that started all this shit,
Big time weightholders, dope clocking for years,
Niggas, you watched as a shorty, thinking that's the way to live,
Giving all I got to give, us bitches is pushing sixes,
With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist,
Legistics, is strictly riches,
The other fishes in the sea, can't be malicious as me, fucking with G's.


Chorus: Da Brat & Manuel Seal
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking,
We be keepin' it live, keepin' it live,
Its' like straight to the scene,
It's like that it's Da Brat just,
Keepin' it live, keepin' it, we make you say,
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh,
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh.

(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)

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)

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

(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

[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

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