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from Lil' Bow Wow - Beware Of Dog (2000)
featuring JD & Da Brat
[Lil Bow Wow] (You know me) Yo this is Bow Wow, uh-huh (You know me) What can y'all do to me Nothing Shut it all the way down (You know me) Ain't no question I'mm do what I do every trip mama A little pimp (You know me) All I do is find 'em Love 'em and flee It's like that Little cat but I'm nice (You know me) Don't believe please Step, step, step up Cause I'm bad like Mike (You know me) Bout to watch small change, all change Into big bucks My niggas all we do is put down the smash While y'all playa hataz keep coming with trash I'm everything y'all been looking for Everything that keep y'all straight hitting the floor Little girls in the hood I got 'em all shook up Tryna find this nigga so we can hook up Even girls 18 they be tryna sneak They find all kinds of ways to get next to me I'm the don in this new millennium O-H-I-O is where I'm from I might of said it before but I'mma say it again Since I stepped y'all niggas can't win It's the B-O dub all in the club The reason that girl keep shaking her butt (You know me) Gots to keep it going on With JD on the track how can I go wrong? [JD] Shut it all the way down (You know me) Ain't no question I'mma do what I do what I does every trip mama Big pimp (You know me) All I do is find 'em, love 'em and flee It's like that Big cat and I'm nice (You know me) Don't believe, please Step, step, step up And I'm bad like Mike (You know me) 'Bout to watch small change, all change Into big bucks, uh Girls that talk slick I don't want that I want me a nice girl type That ain't really been touched If she all in the mix I don't want that Cause those be the hoes that talk to much That five double oh I don't want that I want me a six with the tricks and the tv in the roof That bottle of Mo' I don't want that Bring me the pineapple, cranberry And the grape fruit sour Do it, five flavor flow like fluid Swallow I'm tryna keep y'all dancing like never before Screaming at the DJ gimme some more It's So So Def and we don't play Put it down like this every day And in the A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A that's where I stay Now march [Da Brat] You gotta find a way to turn it up man Uh, uh, shut it all the way down (You know me) Ain't no question I do what I do every trip papa A big pimp (You know me) And all is find 'em Love 'em and flee, it's like that It's Da Brat and I'm nice (You know me) And if you don't believe, please Step, step, step up I'm bad like Mike (You know me) And all I do is keep on making the big, big bucks Niggas with no dough I don't want those Broke in the club all night holler at any ho Pretty boys who feminine I don't want that I need a thug to keep my adrenaline pumpin' fast Hook up my grandma with a fresh new V with a note attached Telling her you love me The six-o-six-four-four and I'm too nice to stop the flow Rock some more So So Def is a family We on top and that's how it has to be From JD to Bow Wow, to JE and me Everything we drop so hot continuously If the sex ain't freaky that ain't me And if the check ain't weekly, we can't be I'm still a big thang getter Big Momma the Brat from C-H-I-C-A-G-O |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherf**kin pardon Them is Michael Jordan's baby She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid got henchmens The whole Brooklyn for instance Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin A best seller's what I'm inkin Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast Yeah, uh huh Yo, You really don't wanna get hit Hot lid when I empty the clip Drop kid if you droppin your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must wanna eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin to fit Can't nobody do it like this I got a gat by the side like my man Big Stand out on that song he did with me You feelin the presence of So So Def Rest assure we gettin the money crush your label there's no more left Just fables fictional characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since "Funkdafied" Let your mind escape, you layed away back and enjoy the RIDE Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays Shoot all my Tequila straight Catch me at the bar of the bay I might even buy you a little drank We been choppin paper for years Ain't scared of you niggaz out here Some of ya'll might think we disappear But everytime the resurgence is clear Yo, yo Brooklyn has to be two of the illest Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it Like I wanna do it, like I do it When I done it PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street life nigga Cuffin her hair, have it over left nothin to fear, BIATCH! Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! (COME OUT AND PLAY) From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK) We a whole different breed of men you need to squeeze us in We'll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it? We God!! Yeah, you see this shit right? You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def You dig, this is a World Premiere JD, this is a World Premiere You dig? hahaha, yeah And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherf**kin pardon Them is Michael Jordan's baby She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid got henchmens The whole Brooklyn for instance Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin A best seller's what I'm inkin Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast Yeah, uh huh Yo, You really don't wanna get hit Hot lid when I empty the clip Drop kid if you droppin your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must wanna eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin to fit Can't nobody do it like this I got a gat by the side like my man Big Stand out on that song he did with me You feelin the presence of So So Def Rest assure we gettin the money crush your label there's no more left Just fables fictional characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since "Funkdafied" Let your mind escape, you layed away back and enjoy the RIDE Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays Shoot all my Tequila straight Catch me at the bar of the bay I might even buy you a little drank We been choppin paper for years Ain't scared of you niggaz out here Some of ya'll might think we disappear But everytime the resurgence is clear Yo, yo Brooklyn has to be two of the illest Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it Like I wanna do it, like I do it When I done it PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street life nigga Cuffin her hair, have it over left nothin to fear, BIATCH! Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! (COME OUT AND PLAY) From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK) We a whole different breed of men you need to squeeze us in We'll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it? We God!! Yeah, you see this shit right? You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def You dig, this is a World Premiere JD, this is a World Premiere You dig? hahaha, yeah And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz [ep] (2003)
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon Them is Michael Jordan's baby She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid got henchmens The whole Brooklyn for instance Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin A best seller's what I'm inkin Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast Yeah, uh huh Yo, You really don't want to get hit Hot lid when I empty the clip Drop kid if you droppin your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must want to eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin to fit Can't nobody do it like this I got a gat by the side like my man Big Stand out on that song he did with me You feelin the presence of So So Def Rest assure we gettin the money crush your label there's no more left Just fables fictional characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since "Funkdafied" Let your mind escape, you laid away back and enjoy the RIDE Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays Shoot all my Tequila straight Catch me at the bar of the bay I might even buy you a little drank We been choppin paper for years Ain't scared of you niggaz out here Some of ya'll might think we disappear But everytime the resurgence is clear Yo, yo Brooklyn has to be two of the illest Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it Like I want to do it, like I do it When I done it PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street life nigga Cuffin her hair, have it over left nothin to fear, BIATCH! Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! (COME OUT AND PLAY) From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK) We a whole different breed of men you need to squeeze us in We'll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it? We God!! Yeah, you see this shit right? You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def You dig, this is a World Premiere JD, this is a World Premiere You dig? hahaha, yeah And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DUPRI, JERMAINE/HARRIS, SHAWNTAE/SAVAGE, KAREEM Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon Them is Michael Jordan's baby She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid got henchmens The whole Brooklyn for instance Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin A best seller's what I'm inkin Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast Yeah, uh huh Yo, You really don't want to get hit Hot lid when I empty the clip Drop kid if you droppin your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must want to eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin to fit Can't nobody do it like this I got a gat by the side like my man Big Stand out on that song he did with me You feelin the presence of So So Def Rest assure we gettin the money crush your label there's no more left Just fables fictional characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since "Funkdafied" Let your mind escape, you laid away back and enjoy the RIDE Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays Shoot all my Tequila straight Catch me at the bar of the bay I might even buy you a little drank We been choppin paper for years Ain't scared of you niggaz out here Some of ya'll might think we disappear But everytime the resurgence is clear Yo, yo Brooklyn has to be two of the illest Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it Like I want to do it, like I do it When I done it PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street life nigga Cuffin her hair, have it over left nothin to fear, BIATCH! Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! (COME OUT AND PLAY) From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK) We a whole different breed of men you need to squeeze us in We'll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it? We God!! Yeah, you see this shit right? You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def You dig, this is a World Premiere JD, this is a World Premiere You dig? hahaha, yeah And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DUPRI, JERMAINE/HARRIS, SHAWNTAE/SAVAGE, KAREEM Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Dionne Warwick - My Friends And Me (2006)
Mother told me always to follow the golden rule.
And she said it's really a sin to be mean and cruel. So remember if you're untrue Angels up in heaven are looking at you. ( ) You'll never get to heaven if you break my heart. so be very careful not to make us part. You won't get to heaven if you break my heart. . . I've been hearin' rumors about how you play around. Though I don't believe what I hear, still it get's me down. If you ever should say goodbye I'd feel so awful the angels would cry. (if you break my heart, If you break my heart) I can hardly wait for the day when we say I do. It's a day i dreamed of so long now comin' true. You will promise to cherish me. If you break your promise the angels will see. La, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa, la, la, la, laaaaa, la, la, la, laaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa, la. la, la, laaaaa, la, la, la, laaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa, la, la, la, laaaaa. . . . |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz [ep] (2003)
[Intro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me (Oh yes! Da Brat is in the fucking building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me (Oh yes! So So Def is in the building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me [Verse 1] You can nod your head in your jeep or your car Cos I'm the coldest human being that you've heard thus far My rhymes is more hotter, I still pack a whole lotta Nobody can't touch Shawntae the showstopper I do my thang with a ? swang The lyrics I bring keeps the niggas hating And to the tick-tock ya don't stop Would ya believe I ain't never left the scene I coulda stayed in your face but I waited in the wings Patiently til the coast was clear, some hoes ain't gon' have no hope this year When I kill it I murder it dead, sippin' on some remi uh! As for my competition find them in the hospital bed nigga Wishin' they ain't had no confrontation with Brat Trippin' they whole body, mummy wrapped, up in the cask Gotta sip through a straw now and piss in they pants [Chorus - repeat 2X] Well well well, I'll be damned I might as well tell you who I am I am the capital B-R-A-T And it's shockin' I'm the one you mockin' (Oh yes!) [Verse 2] JD, lemme get one of them beats please DJ this motherfucker while I spit 16 Replay this motherfucker for the radio show It's all about who you know and I know everybody You're the receiver, we dealin' for heat Make you a believer So So technique The freaks come out at night and it's two in the mornin' so what you gon' do? I'm at the studio yawnin' JD sayin' I can have company so come on through Don't you? Love my ? cos it rings yo' bell I'm more tender than a roni and I'm hard as hell If you ever wonder where I'm goin' - straight up top And I'm the best from the West of Chi On my block we gunnin' we runnin' shit til we die we high I make a nigga so sick to the stomach cos I'm fly! [Chorus - repeat 2X] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me [Verse 3] I got the strength to make it through the rainy weather and storms But I don't got the patience waitin' on the doe to come I chase it until the job is done Ain't nothin' basic about me I'm the livest one I'm on fire, now I see why ya, bitches wanna bite me like a vampire It's just the way that I am, really don't give a damn From the fat on your back it's a fact that you wack And you wanna be Da Brat That'll never happen come on! That's suicide You might as well put your neck in a noose Take ten vicaden and chase it wit grey goose Or start your car in the garage with the door down Sit down and think about where the crown sittin' It's where it s'posed to be, the dome of the B to the R-A-T With So So Def new addition nigga ABC [Chorus to end] |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
[Intro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me (Oh yes! Da Brat is in the fucking building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me (Oh yes! So So Def is in the building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me [Verse 1] You can nod your head in your jeep or your car Cos I'm the coldest human being that you've heard thus far My rhymes is more hotter, I still pack a whole lotta Nobody can't touch Shawntae the showstopper I do my thang with a ? swang The lyrics I bring keeps the niggas hating And to the tick-tock ya don't stop Would ya believe I ain't never left the scene I coulda stayed in your face but I waited in the wings Patiently til the coast was clear, some hoes ain't gon' have no hope this year When I kill it I murder it dead, sippin' on some remi uh! As for my competition find them in the hospital bed nigga Wishin' they ain't had no confrontation with Brat Trippin' they whole body, mummy wrapped, up in the cask Gotta sip through a straw now and piss in they pants [Chorus - repeat 2X] Well well well, I'll be damned I might as well tell you who I am I am the capital B-R-A-T And it's shockin' I'm the one you mockin' (Oh yes!) [Verse 2] JD, lemme get one of them beats please DJ this motherfucker while I spit 16 Replay this motherfucker for the radio show It's all about who you know and I know everybody You're the receiver, we dealin' for heat Make you a believer So So technique The freaks come out at night and it's two in the mornin' so what you gon' do? I'm at the studio yawnin' JD sayin' I can have company so come on through Don't you? Love my ? cos it rings yo' bell I'm more tender than a roni and I'm hard as hell If you ever wonder where I'm goin' - straight up top And I'm the best from the West of Chi On my block we gunnin' we runnin' shit til we die we high I make a nigga so sick to the stomach cos I'm fly! [Chorus - repeat 2X] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me [Verse 3] I got the strength to make it through the rainy weather and storms But I don't got the patience waitin' on the doe to come I chase it until the job is done Ain't nothin' basic about me I'm the livest one I'm on fire, now I see why ya, bitches wanna bite me like a vampire It's just the way that I am, really don't give a damn From the fat on your back it's a fact that you wack And you wanna be Da Brat That'll never happen come on! That's suicide You might as well put your neck in a noose Take ten vicaden and chase it wit grey goose Or start your car in the garage with the door down Sit down and think about where the crown sittin' It's where it s'posed to be, the dome of the B to the R-A-T With So So Def new addition nigga ABC [Chorus to end] |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
[Intro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me (Oh yes! Da Brat is in the fucking building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me (Oh yes! So So Def is in the building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me [Verse 1] You can nod your head in your jeep or your car Cos I'm the coldest human being that you've heard thus far My rhymes is more hotter, I still pack a whole lotta Nobody can't touch Shawntae the showstopper I do my thang with a ? swang The lyrics I bring keeps the niggas hating And to the tick-tock ya don't stop Would ya believe I ain't never left the scene I coulda stayed in your face but I waited in the wings Patiently til the coast was clear, some hoes ain't gon' have no hope this year When I kill it I murder it dead, sippin' on some remi uh! As for my competition find them in the hospital bed nigga Wishin' they ain't had no confrontation with Brat Trippin' they whole body, mummy wrapped, up in the cask Gotta sip through a straw now and piss in they pants [Chorus - repeat 2X] Well well well, I'll be damned I might as well tell you who I am I am the capital B-R-A-T And it's shockin' I'm the one you mockin' (Oh yes!) [Verse 2] JD, lemme get one of them beats please DJ this motherfucker while I spit 16 Replay this motherfucker for the radio show It's all about who you know and I know everybody You're the receiver, we dealin' for heat Make you a believer So So technique The freaks come out at night and it's two in the mornin' so what you gon' do? I'm at the studio yawnin' JD sayin' I can have company so come on through Don't you? Love my ? cos it rings yo' bell I'm more tender than a roni and I'm hard as hell If you ever wonder where I'm goin' - straight up top And I'm the best from the West of Chi On my block we gunnin' we runnin' shit til we die we high I make a nigga so sick to the stomach cos I'm fly! [Chorus - repeat 2X] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh give it to me give it to me Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me [Verse 3] I got the strength to make it through the rainy weather and storms But I don't got the patience waitin' on the doe to come I chase it until the job is done Ain't nothin' basic about me I'm the livest one I'm on fire, now I see why ya, bitches wanna bite me like a vampire It's just the way that I am, really don't give a damn From the fat on your back it's a fact that you wack And you wanna be Da Brat That'll never happen come on! That's suicide You might as well put your neck in a noose Take ten vicaden and chase it wit grey goose Or start your car in the garage with the door down Sit down and think about where the crown sittin' It's where it s'posed to be, the dome of the B to the R-A-T With So So Def new addition nigga ABC [Chorus to end] |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
Ay homie
Ay yo Shit wassup with you What...I make ya horny huh (giggle) I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit You act like you want some nigga.....do you? (Da Brat) Di di di da di di di da di day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me The DJ keep spinnin' the hot records Make the whole table go crazy the first second Third I'm ready and able to hit the middle Under that disco ball so I could shake a little This shit for yall who dance with me Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically Don't get carried away with it I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it Insatiably, when I cum I do it patiently Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me You been chasing me for the longest time Like Billy Joel so please tell me what's on ya mind..nigga Chorus: Homie, you act like you want some Now tell me, do I do I make ya horny huh All up on me having a good time I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind mind (say 2x) (Da Brat) I put my hands on the back of your fade And we danced till the crack of dawn came To the sun raise up its on Still got stamina to take you home Brat the damager managed to handle any position handed to her You wanna fuck with the funk bandit Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my cleavage you can't stand it And you ain't even believing you dancing with Brat And making eye contact Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say to me That you feel horny cuz I wanna know If you want some of this I wish you tell me so Cuz if I let you touch me I must want you to go Home with me be alond with me to get some mo' Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind And even though I'm tipsy I wanna know what's on ya mind Chorus: say 2x (22) Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective No chick can neglect this Just listen when I stress this The bitch was breathless Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar Uh huh wassup shorty Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie Thug love homie Brat put you up on pink lemonade That's why I don't attract rats with my serinades Stack off plubicades Lack when it comes to brains More than 2 women I'mma stack'em then play the game Rack'em they love my name 22 Cuz they figure amongst themselves can I really enject 2 With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie screaming Everything is mine while I'm grinding the pussy Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh Chorus: say 4x |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
Ay homie
Ay yo Shit wassup with you What...I make ya horny huh (giggle) I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit You act like you want some nigga.....do you? (Da Brat) Di di di da di di di da di day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me The DJ keep spinnin' the hot records Make the whole table go crazy the first second Third I'm ready and able to hit the middle Under that disco ball so I could shake a little This shit for yall who dance with me Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically Don't get carried away with it I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it Insatiably, when I cum I do it patiently Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me You been chasing me for the longest time Like Billy Joel so please tell me what's on ya mind..nigga Chorus: Homie, you act like you want some Now tell me, do I do I make ya horny huh All up on me having a good time I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind mind (say 2x) (Da Brat) I put my hands on the back of your fade And we danced till the crack of dawn came To the sun raise up its on Still got stamina to take you home Brat the damager managed to handle any position handed to her You wanna fuck with the funk bandit Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my cleavage you can't stand it And you ain't even believing you dancing with Brat And making eye contact Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say to me That you feel horny cuz I wanna know If you want some of this I wish you tell me so Cuz if I let you touch me I must want you to go Home with me be alond with me to get some mo' Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind And even though I'm tipsy I wanna know what's on ya mind Chorus: say 2x (22) Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective No chick can neglect this Just listen when I stress this The bitch was breathless Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar Uh huh wassup shorty Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie Thug love homie Brat put you up on pink lemonade That's why I don't attract rats with my serinades Stack off plubicades Lack when it comes to brains More than 2 women I'mma stack'em then play the game Rack'em they love my name 22 Cuz they figure amongst themselves can I really enject 2 With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie screaming Everything is mine while I'm grinding the pussy Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh Chorus: say 4x |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
[Da Brat](Tyrese)
Oh, look out Oh uh, come on What'Chu like, a whole lot of, whut? (Tyrese yeah) What'Chu like, me on a, whut? (What'Cha like, what'cha like?) What'Chu like? (Can you tell me, baby) Why? How? All night long (All night long) [Da Brat] I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with Good conversation plenty big faces It's a must I stay luxurious Jewelry cut precision like I bust Been winnin' since Funkdafied blew up It's evident, shit I can't be touched Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do Shine so bright in the wet U2 You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do She attractive to them, him, her, and you shit Frostbit, December Unrestricted Drop dead, the cost is priceless Due to the content I suggest you'll like this 1 - [Tyrese] What do you like? A whole lot of foreplay Right before you get it started What do you like? Me on top You on the bottom, tight body What do you like? Somebody that can make you say Wow, oh wow, all night long All night long, tell me [Da Brat] Whassup? The setting, a hot-ass club And you still be sweating me I don't see nothing wrong with giving a little love But nigga just let me breathe Damn, you cute as hell so let's switch the digits Then I got to leave And you can buy me a couple of drinks But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed And I like it when you keep your eyes on me And I like it when you touch my privacy And I like it sex and ecstasy When the belt buckle loosen up, undress me Already juiced up, that come naturally Wax on and off so romantically No woman can slow dance or throw down like I can Ask if you curious to know what I like, man Repeat 1 [Da Brat] Let me tell you something Well I start at the top of the list With my pretty eyes, a cute nose and these fat ass lips My medallion sit in the middle of my tits It's hit after hit, shit sweet every sip Down to the last drip drop, watch the hips rock Color Me Bad, tick tock you don't stop 'Till the thick thighs, dick rise when I skip by I ain't surprised I'm what'chu like nigga Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
(Da Brat) (JD)
Come on then, shit (So give it to 'em, whoa!) Lay your head back (Whoa!) Lay it on me (Whoa! Whoa!) And for the money (Yeah whoa!) You can lay that shit on me too (Whoa!) But for now let's talk about riding Yeah I'm saying it's like this (Brat where are you at?) (Da Brat) You know its So So Def Cause I'm the B to the R-A T the most eligible bitch today And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep I got two twelve's that bump from wall to wall So loud that he headlights blink on and off I laugh when people watch I don't stop I shine It's attractive to motherfuckers that love to grind I sparkle from the rims to the chain to the watch To the rings to the ears to the wrists to the glocks To the parts in the braids Shorties that stop to watch throw on the shades Cause Da Brat got gleam for days Sunroof open let the sun shine in Baking the fuck out of me and all my friends In the backseat, stay in the front Ain't no room in the trunk Just a devastating woofer that bump You know! (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) (Da Brat) Uh I keep the windows down So when I hit the stoplight All the niggas standing around spot what they like They shoot me the 'Come Here' finger But the music's so loud I just smile And act like I don't see 'em I've done had one or too many shots of Tequila But when it's set to crunk I need my liquor Loud and rowdy naturally Pull up to my truck and smile But you ain't proud of me I left you in the rearview with a look of disgust And a mad mug cause your windows almost bust I can't fathom the thought of my seats not rumbling And people catching whiplash when I past in front of 'em I'm flashy and I don't care if you know From the C to the H-I-C-A-G-O I'm fresh to death no matter how I'm dressed It's even hard for the cops to put me under arrest Irresistibly huggable and lovable when I gotta wiggle myself out of the trouble I get in I'm Da Brat officer he turned and laughed And said stop disturbing and got an autograph (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) (Da Brat) Roll up a fat one and pass it around Lots of niggas hear the sound now they flagging me down Get attention when I drive by cause I'm so fly Shorty the pimp represent the West Side of Chi Know the haters watching I love making 'em sick I tear the roof off this mother like Parliament People ride with me just to feel the bass in their chest And be reminded of how it sounds So So Def (JD) See what we do other niggas can't That's why for ten long years I've been making 'em dance You know? Me and Da Brat it's family boy Ya know? We ain't never gon' break down For y'all hatin' ass niggas We gon keep on and keep on Ya heard? (We ready!) (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
(Da Brat) (JD)
Come on then, shit (So give it to 'em, whoa!) Lay your head back (Whoa!) Lay it on me (Whoa! Whoa!) And for the money (Yeah whoa!) You can lay that shit on me too (Whoa!) But for now let's talk about riding Yeah I'm saying it's like this (Brat where are you at?) (Da Brat) You know its So So Def Cause I'm the B to the R-A T the most eligible bitch today And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep I got two twelve's that bump from wall to wall So loud that he headlights blink on and off I laugh when people watch I don't stop I shine It's attractive to motherfuckers that love to grind I sparkle from the rims to the chain to the watch To the rings to the ears to the wrists to the glocks To the parts in the braids Shorties that stop to watch throw on the shades Cause Da Brat got gleam for days Sunroof open let the sun shine in Baking the fuck out of me and all my friends In the backseat, stay in the front Ain't no room in the trunk Just a devastating woofer that bump You know! (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) (Da Brat) Uh I keep the windows down So when I hit the stoplight All the niggas standing around spot what they like They shoot me the 'Come Here' finger But the music's so loud I just smile And act like I don't see 'em I've done had one or too many shots of Tequila But when it's set to crunk I need my liquor Loud and rowdy naturally Pull up to my truck and smile But you ain't proud of me I left you in the rearview with a look of disgust And a mad mug cause your windows almost bust I can't fathom the thought of my seats not rumbling And people catching whiplash when I past in front of 'em I'm flashy and I don't care if you know From the C to the H-I-C-A-G-O I'm fresh to death no matter how I'm dressed It's even hard for the cops to put me under arrest Irresistibly huggable and lovable when I gotta wiggle myself out of the trouble I get in I'm Da Brat officer he turned and laughed And said stop disturbing and got an autograph (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) (Da Brat) Roll up a fat one and pass it around Lots of niggas hear the sound now they flagging me down Get attention when I drive by cause I'm so fly Shorty the pimp represent the West Side of Chi Know the haters watching I love making 'em sick I tear the roof off this mother like Parliament People ride with me just to feel the bass in their chest And be reminded of how it sounds So So Def (JD) See what we do other niggas can't That's why for ten long years I've been making 'em dance You know? Me and Da Brat it's family boy Ya know? We ain't never gon' break down For y'all hatin' ass niggas We gon keep on and keep on Ya heard? (We ready!) (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) |
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from Cappadonna - The Yin And The Yang [Explicit Version] (2001)
We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime we know a tech, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know whack And how to make a dope stack We know, we know This years money and thug affiliation Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration. AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation. No busters, niggah what no imitations. If one things not for cash and gold rings it's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'. Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin' This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin We know the game, like we know time We know biz, like we know crime We know a trick, like we know a dime We know fat, like we know whack And how to make a dope stack We know, we know We know bad, like we know good We know the wold, like we know the hood We know young, like we know old We know platnum, like we know gold And how to get the fat dough We know, we know We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno Get fucked up, cant you tell by the way I talk It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks (queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?) I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray. And when I slay niggah's, I butaly burn'em I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving? Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us on the lose like mine and passing others? Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him. Were's the blunts, we can't live without'em. We know how to get the money and hussle, we know how to split a |
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from Brandy - U Don`T Know Me (2001)
How could you lie to me
After all we've been through It's just so sad to see Me in love with you I gave you all of me But still it wasn't enough for you Is this how love supposed to be Now I'm trying to get over you You ain't missin' me You won't pick up the phone and call You don't love me Like you used to Tell me what is going on You got me standing here alone You don't know me Like you used to Remember what you said When you stepped up on the scene You got into my head Had me stressin' like a feen No I just can't forget How you put that thing on me I wish we never met This way I won't be lonely You ain't missin' me at all You won't pick up the phone and call You don't love me Like you used to Tell me what is going on You got me standin' here alone You don't know me Like you used to You don't know me Know me like you used to You don't know me You ain't missin' me at all You won't pick up the phone and call You don't love me Like you used to Tell me what is going on You got me standin' here alone You don't know me Like you used to |
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from Brandy - U Don`T Know Me (2001)
How could you lie to me
After all we've been through It's just so sad to see Me in love with you I gave you all of me But still it wasn't enough for you Is this how love supposed to be Now I'm trying to get over you You ain't missin' me You won't pick up the phone and call You don't love me Like you used to Tell me what is going on You got me standing here alone You don't know me Like you used to Remember what you said When you stepped up on the scene You got into my head Had me stressin' like a feen No I just can't forget How you put that thing on me I wish we never met This way I won't be lonely You ain't missin' me at all You won't pick up the phone and call You don't love me Like you used to Tell me what is going on You got me standin' here alone You don't know me Like you used to You don't know me Know me like you used to You don't know me You ain't missin' me at all You won't pick up the phone and call You don't love me Like you used to Tell me what is going on You got me standin' here alone You don't know me Like you used to |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.
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 *Repeat Ay, yeah Ay, yeah (ooh) Ay, yeah Ay, yeah Ay, yeah Ay, yeah, hey Ay, yeah Ay, yeah 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 |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
[JD]
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 [JD] 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? [Da Brat] 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 [JD] Whatcha'll wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? Watcha wanna do, huh? Say you wanna get down, huh? [Usher] All we wanna do (Say what, say what?) Is party (Uh huh, uh huh) With you [Da Brat] 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 |
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from Mtv'S Hip Hopera : Carmen [ost] (2001)
Yeah A classic story be told, Carmen a hip hopera watch the drama unfold The tragic tale of a girl Tryin' to capture the gold With a free spirit, brothers strady tryin' to hold What would you do for love? (uh huh) Is the cost too much? Or the object of your desire you're tryin' to touch Sometimes beauty it best observed from a far Rise and fall with a star, as we face the cause |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
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 |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
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 |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
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 |
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from Mtv'S Hip Hopera : Carmen [ost] (2001)
Now that you are out of my life I'm so much better You thought that I'd be weak without ya But I'm stronger You thought that I'd be broke without ya But I'm richer You thought that I'd be sad without ya I laugh harder You thought I wouldn't grow without ya Now I'm wiser You thought that I'd be helpless without ya 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 nine million I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' Thought I couldn't breathe without you I'm inhalin' You thought I couldn't see without you 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 without ya But I'm on top Though it would be over by now But it won't stop You thought that I would self destruct But I'm still here Even in my years to come I'm still gon' be here I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' 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 gonna blast you on the radio I'm better than that I'm not gonna lie on or your family yo I'm better than that I'm not gonna hate you in the magazine I'm better than that I'm not gonna compromise my Christianity I'm better than that You know I'm not gonna diss you on the Internet Cause my momma told me better than that I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm a survivor I'm not gonna give up I'm not gon' stop I'm gonna work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' |
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from Destiny's Child, Destiny's Child - This Is The Remix [remix] (2002)
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?) |
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from Destiny's Child 4집 - Destiny Fulfilled (2004)
now that you are out of my life i'm so much better
네가 날 떠났기에 난 훨씬 더 나아졌어 You thought that i'd be weak without you but i'm stronger 너 없이는 못 살줄 알았겠지만 난 더욱 강해졌어 You thought that i'd be broke without you but i'm richer 너 없으면 망할 줄 알았는데 난 더욱 부자가 됐어 You thought that i'd be sad without you i laugh harder 너 없으면 슬프기만 할 줄 알았는데 더욱 웃게 됐어 You thought i wouldn't grow without you now i'm wiser 너 없으면 클 수 없을 줄 알았는데 더욱 현명해졌어 You thought that i'd be helpless without you but i'm smarter 너없이 지내기 가끔 무기력하기도 했지만 오히려 좀더 영리해졌어 You thought that i'd be stressed without ya but i'm chillin 너 없으면 스트레스만 받을 줄 알았는데, 정신만 맑아졌어 You thought i wouldn't sell without ya sold 9 million 너 없으면 (음반이) 안팔릴 줄 알았는데, 오히려 9백만장이나 팔렸어! ★ I'm a survivor (What?) 난 생존자 I'm not gon give up (What?) 난 포기하지 않아 I'm not gon stop i'm gon work harder (What?) 난 계속 노력할꺼야 I'm a survivor (What?) 난 생존자 I'm gonna make it (What?) 난 해낼꺼야 I'm a survivor keep on survivin 난 계속 살아남을꺼야 ★ thought i couldn't breath without ya i'm inhalin 너 없으면 숨도 못쉴 줄 알았는데, 오히려 잘도 내쉬지 You thought i couldn't see without ya perfect vision 너 없으면 (앞을)내다 보지도 못할 줄 알았는데, 오히려 또렷이 보여 You thought i couldn't last without ya but i'm lastin 너 없으면 끝난거라 생각했는데, 난 끝까지 살아남을꺼야 You thought that i could die without ya but i'm livin 너 없으면 결국 죽을꺼라 생각했는데, 난 잘 살아 thought that i would fail without ya but i'm on top 너 없으면 실패뿐이라고 생각했는데, 천만에 난 정상에 서있어 thought that it would be over by now but it won't stop 이제부턴 가망 없으리라 생각했나본데, 난 멈추지 않아 thought that i would self destruct but i'm still here 내 스스로 망할꺼라 생각했나본데, 난 아직 여기에 있어 even in my years to come i'm still gon be here 심지어 다가올 날도 마찬가지야. 난 여기에 있을꺼야 ★ I'm wishing you the best, 너도 최선을 다하길 pray that you are blessed 그리고 신의 가호가 있기를 much success, no stress and lots of happiness (I'm better then that ) 큰 성공을, 하지만 스트레스 없고 많이 행복하길 바래 (난 더 잘할꺼야) I'm not gon blast on you on the radio (I'm better then that ) 난 라디오에서 널 비난하지 않을꺼야 (난 더 잘할꺼야) I'm not gon lie on you or yo family yo (I'm better then that ) 난 너와 네 가족을 속이지도 않겠어 (난 더 잘할꺼야) I'm not gon hate on you in the magazine (I'm better then that ) 난 잡지(인터뷰를 통해)에서 널 증오하는 말따윈 안할꺼야 (난 더 잘할꺼야) I'm not gon compromise my chrisitianity (I'm better then that ) 난 나의 종교적인 양심에 결백하게 살꺼야 (난 더 잘할꺼야) You know i'm not gon diss you on the internet cause my mama taught me better then that 나의 엄마가 날 제대로 가르치셨기 때문에 인터넷을 통해 너를 욕하는 짓 따윈 안할꺼란거 넌 알지? ★ after all of the darkness and sadness soon comes happiness 마침내 어둠과 슬픔의 시간은 지나고 곧 행복이 다가올꺼야 if i surround myself with positive things i'll gain posterity 내 스스로 긍정적이면 내게 남는 것은 결국 번영뿐이겠니 |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch? I heard you wanna carbon copy me, Not possible to succeed. Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed Gimme more cheddar than Ellie, No Hillbilly from Beverly Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause. Peep the Cars I'm in. Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory Unloaded at the end of the story, I'm on top of the world, nigga... CHORUS: Sittin on top of the world Sittin on top of the world With 50 grand in my hand Steady puffin on a blunt Sippin hennessy and coke, Gimme what you won't. Sittin on top of the world Sittin on top of the world With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby Go head baby. Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP It's the number one contender So So Def memeber known as Brat Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me Nigga's hopin we fall off But we won't, we don't. All we do is keep fuckin it up. While all you do is keep lookin at us. Known evidence is that I dispense hits And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers dense One of the baddest bitches on the planet. Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it. You can run, but you can't hide From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side Hit em up. I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich Hung in your pants Hotness from your bull-shit And it's written all over your face You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place... CHORUS Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve Then that silly rabbit All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point, one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint. It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower, The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff Only Triangles dangle when I bust. You see, niggas round town called this and that, Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack. Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold, 30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm... CHORUS |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
[Kelly Price]
Hmm, wonderin' where you been, baby, baby I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (I wanna know, I wanna know) We've been runnin' out of time Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' (You've been runnin' around creepin' and pimpin' baby) I've been sittin' home alone at night I've been cryin' (oh) We've been runnin' out of time (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey) Tired of your lying [Da Brat] Uh, uh Really though how much time you think I got? The clock is ticking, it's ticking away You're slippin' away fucking the honeys on the block stop Cause if I gotta drop kick a ho, I'll kill her fa'sure Let's stick around till the murderer curse How you gonna creep with me and sleep with her? At the moment in time, my vision must have been blurred Cause I ain't think you deserve to lose the nerve for fools Shit people were saying was absurd to me But I certainly never thought you would take it to the degree Of hurtin' me, purposely We were supposed to be husband and wife So I dedicated myself to you Why? So you could keep a chick on the side Cause if I sneak a dick on the side you lookin' to die And booking me a ticket to Chi cause you choose to lie I need a nigga with an attitude, maturative mind Give me gratitude when I'm giving him shine No matter who the bastard was I was passed his love But he never ran fast enough I'm a master at the craft cause I roll with some master thugs Laughin' as I pass you up Should've told me that you wanted to get ass and fuck I would've set it up so we all had some fun You assist to get around I'll be the aid and assist you to get out Thank them hoes cause you're shit out of luck And I don't regret what I spit out and bust I'm sick and tired of you, us I'm tired of sittin', cryin' and being alone Nigga if you want to roam the streets then just let me be There's a whole gang of niggas that wanna hit my sheets [Kelly Price] I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (Come on baby yeah) We've been runnin' out of time Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' (I've been yeah) I've been sittin' home alone at night I've been cryin' (Not gonna cry no more, baby no) We've been runnin' out of time Tired of your lying (Yeah you've been lying, lying baby) [Da Brat] Shit all I ever did was wait and look out the window And smoke me some endo It drove me to drinkin' and getting bent mo' Gave myself 100% more time to think Was love designed to stink? Repeatedly you lied to me Told you to confide in me Ain't nothin' them other hoes could do Cause I molded you To fit properly was inside of me When you're strokin' them You're thinkin' of riding me And most of them hopin' to slide with me Cause I'm a ferocious hoe When it comes to freaky shit the dopest You had to blow this It's all out of proportion and lost your focus Wasting my time cause I'm just getting older You're the reason I keep a chip on my shoulder 44 in the holster bulletproof vest under my clothes I'm supposed to trust you Every time I leave town I bust you, fuck you The moaning and groaning Led me to the pillow where you laid you head Felt like I'd rather be dead instead Went ahead followed the sound through the hallway You said you'd always be true But the neighbors say the bitch was there all day with you That's why you ain't answered when I was paging you I hit the door, you duck and dove She tried to find her clothes Y'all was dodging bullets holes together You gonna stay with that broke hefer You know who the So So Defest is I ain't gotta show a motherfucker breastesses To keep 'em interested in You better recognize the good investment >From the West Side of Chi nigga [Kelly Price] (I've been) I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (Said I've been wonderin' where you've been) (Wonderin' where you've been) We've been runnin' out of time (We've been runnin', runnin' out of time) Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' (Cause I'm tired of lies baby) I've been sittin' home alone at night (Don't wanna be alone) I've been cryin' (Don't wanna be alone, no, no) We've been runnin' out of time Tired of your lying (yeah) [Kelly Price] (Da Brat) (2000) I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (AP hit me on the trizzack, deuce, deuce ya know?) We've been runnin' out of time Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' I've been sittin' home alone at night I've been cryin' We've been runnin' out of time Tired of your lying You're outta time, you're outta time, you're outta time (Whoo! And I'm running out of breath) |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
Chorus:
Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh) It taste best with you Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade (Da Brat) If ya thirstay I could possibly slide down your throat If you work may let's say we skip the foreplay Picture me kicking in the doorway to set off the Storay Negligee hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop Cuz its twice as nice when its frosted up Sweetness like this could never cost enough With a so so twist try this stuff Mouth watering love succulent to all taste buds Must of been us you was dreaming of the crush I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the lust Then jiggle the lemons a little so they feen to touch Cream to us say nuh thing to us scared Premium pink stuff and swing with us sweetened it up To it make you wanna say ooh its cool Chorus: say 2x (Da Brat) I'm weighed in at one tree five a big gulp size Seven eleven can't satisfy your appetite all night JD and I planned it to be dickable so its alright You can come and escapade in my escalade Lay me flat on my back and slurp away I get action in a Bentley with no brains Just pure satisfaction cracking with no cain I came for the thrill of it I ain't looking for real love Just the feel of it After just one taste you still bugging Da black cat make you wanna handle business Until the pleasure principle kick it it If you hit this I'll make you tell your wife and your Mistress To leave town cuz they been evicted Hit up a record store pick up Brat and get addicted Chorus: say 2x (Da Brat) A thirst quenching mouth watering concoction Your only option drink to ya pink why stop it One think its refreshing isn't it the best when you Sipping it Heaven sake honey buns built for dipping in Money come quicker than a two minute brother That concentrate on stiffin' when he love it Stick when too dry so keep sturring It still be the sweet even if it turn syrup Hurry up and get a cup full cop fills and get' cha cap Peeled back Rash a little rat first smash went classic Even with my homies hlep on the west you wack Sincerely Brat where my girls at We stick together in the rain Batches of pink lemonade bringing da pain Any day and every minute make you wanna get up in It Cuz its just that cool Chorus: say 4x |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
That I shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh That I should cuss and shit, huh That I shouldn't do the shit I wanna do You know what I'm sayin'? But I don't give a fuck about what these niggas think That's they beliefs, here go mine I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer You could never be no competition to me You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit Show you how it happened While we laughin', diggin' your ditch And you can get your boys I got Disciples and ViceLords Planted through every city ready, declare war If you feel I stepped on your toes It was intentionally Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD My lyrical thesis broke in pieces For you pussies who can't feed off it Everything'll be fine, just hit the weed often Chorus: repeat 2X I believe good things come to those that grind Never take a step back, leave the past behind Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin' And everything'll be fine, everything'll be fine It's time to let your lighter spark Crank up the weed session With one of the best in the Midwestern section Flexin' with no shame Cause a mi solo female MC's be back in the game Sun up to sun down I puff leaves Filled with imported trees from the West Indies Chi-town's finest in more ways than one Me follow in the path of another, days is done See I got mic checkin' down to a science Meanin' I perfected the ways To shit on you and your alliance I write the type of shit that'll hypnotize ya Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus Can't nothin' handle this They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down Shit, cause my beliefs is I'm the baddest around, bitch Chorus Now it's the shit, you wanna contest me Never will you be the opponent left Leave'em swept off they feet So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief Under the covers ain't another bitch bad as me So I must keep comin' Keep on runnin' but you can't escape me I'm in your brain Remember the bitch you love to hate She on the paper chase In any case, but not any rate Keep the currency's increase, shit ain't cheap And my belief is to get the money, nigga So what's the beef to this? Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G's Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack The weak supportin' my habits Enough karats for the whole salad Smokin' cabbage every five minutes Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes I never listen to penny pinchin' Pussy eatin' punks advice To catch'em slippin' is my theory Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches Chorus |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
[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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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
[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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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
Verse 1) Now back from the 6 o 6 4 4 full of indo Untypical is that bad ass ho B to the R to the A to the T Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me The city of C H I is where I'm from The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb And here I come steady breakin bustas off Up to bat is Da Brat and ain't a damn thing soft About me no doubt the B R A T Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's So funkdafied who can be this lady Brat westside bustin like a 380 From the top of my head to the sole of my feet Broke down smoked out locced out is she That bitch that'll hit ya get ya And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha (Hook) Fall into the groove of the waxin Let my music take you high-e-i Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride And move that body from side to side (Repeat) (Verse 2) A real fresh voice over top of low frequency Is the chain like connection between you and me Why? Cause I got that bump de de bump And baby you got them humps in your trunk So it's on (Shit) Lay back nigga we fin to ride I gotta get high I gotta get mine Baptized all up in this funky shit Fired up is that bitch that you just can't with I got what you need do you wanna fly? This is your brain on drugs and I Have been captured taken over by The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high It's like fire locked in my bones Get smoked the fuck out it's the funk bring it on (oh yeah) And that's how I hit ya And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha (Hook) (Verse 3) Hypnotized by a motherfucker puttin it down It's Da Brat watch your back when I'm in your town Cause I gotta be funky I gotta be me I gotta be that same bitch from the streets A woman of my clad Commin up with the motherfucking funk so I know my track Right, can you feel it do you hear what I hear Nothin but the funk bumpin up in your ear Double S-O definitely So locced out that it's just so s-o crazy Brat on that ass fallin back once more Getting filled on full with that shit from the ghetto You better ask somebody if you don't know I'm from Chicago and you can't fade this ho And that's how I get ya And when you bumpin up my shit nigga take the funk wit 'cha (Hook |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
This that sit, that sosodef shit, check it
One to the Two, it ain't a thing for da brat to give it to you Three to the Four in ninety-six Brat hit your ass with a whole lot more Verse 1: Ay, when I step inside your party yo I turn dat bitch out Let em know what i'm about this is my fuckin' house The uncompatible, capital B eyes stay chinky From da green inhaled into my body All spot lookers kill ya search cuz this block on lock And plus dem little bitches you got don't want no work Not even to come in contact with Its ritual to da death that we don't tolerate no wack shit and thats it All da way crunk half drunk off da remi Makin' niggas jump speakers pump is all dats in me Spittin' shit like a semi-auto don't never stop getting cheese Is da motto you's follow drinking straight from da bottle Attitude is shitty very inqwery kitty holdin' down the windy city West side thats right I ain't got no time for joy jappin' Test me and watch me make something happen Chorus: Das right....umhmm, Brat make it happen.... Well....umhmm, I like that, well make it happen...hey Uh, she was the one to make it happen when dat bitch went platinum Ain't nothing average about the magic between me and da mike and da actin' When asking a question who put it to the test check the record Hit top hottest rap and r&b single July second In ninety-four you flew the funk in, ninety-six back again Committed some moe sinnin' fuckin' up most men and women The bad seed with mad weed follow no fuckin' leader True believer in da factor can't no motherfucka beat her Keep ya feet up Brat bout to sweep up, niggas can leap up And creep up still stay beneath her Cuz she bust and what to death discuss they between us Take precaution prepare to bite da dust and just take dat shit as a lost Collect billboard and soul train awards from my trouble Crappin' you motherfuckas out and coming back for double Nice on da dice sippin on Hen and ice da time is right Seven eleven on the first go round with funkdafied I made it happen bitch Chorus |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Man Talking]
They can only leave to live the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary Give me the mic and watch me slay Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off? Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged Pathetically in front of me I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures A high rank nigga shop squat taker Maker of some hot shit lose Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say I'm just too much consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka Private chopper live and die hip hopper With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit I'm tryna pack and stack shit To continue to make phat shit Chorus: ""And niggas know..the lyrical molestin is takin place"" - Biggie And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin' Competitions a must everytime I bust (repeat 2X) I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll the swish and burn it slow cats me know Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus Once I was the brokest bitch now I bought the dopest shit The poker Chips get place on the misses with? To shoot hits Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins Chorus If you consider yourself to be a competitor the object of the game is to bury ya Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six Admit it I'm da type to get addicted to like China why you fucking wit pure dough Tonight's da night we all get high niggas know Brat take without askin Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards lyrical assassin and niggas know [Man Talking] Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition made some motherfucker before the first admission Gets to a centamout and I sipped fout Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz I gotta get higher into the mantic Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool All the slackin' rappers I pack I pack a bag I travel to the peninsula with the posy I peep over the edge Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically In front of me I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro:
Nine six, it's Da Brat nigga we jackin these niggas for they beats and shit yaknowwhatI'msayin put this shit in ya mothafuckin mouth... Niggas know when they see the afro sym-boool they embrace themselves Lock doors and hold their breath For the black on black beamer drivin Shitin on niggas time after time And on da west side is confinement It ain't no gettin outta line with me I stays ready Split a mothafuckas shit fo free if necessary Gotta love for gettin blunted What you wanna do I done it......bitch And about to do it again So run and tell ya friends i'm comin' Chorus: repeat 2X My motto is make it all and never miss a buck I walk around attitude cuz I don't give a fuck However you gotta get it get it without getting stuck... I'm witcha Cuz life ain't shit if you can't live it up, live it up The next destination is to be the greatest heavyweight and undisputed Due to dem other bitches to the back of the bus with nothing much to it My milli0ons my main concern fucka factions and hurting feelings Its niggas that'll care just to kick it with a real bitch gettin' real rich quick Live it up to the fullest notch set up the plot Life expect to see levels drop its on again and it don't stop Anotha tantrum for crematin' mothafuckas in random Leavin' none standin keep da big willies hold'em for grants The money it cost to be boss is high my all time condition to da day I die that's why I be the best for this position listen Cleavage decorated wit ice flooded pieces I live for drop top corneshes and new releases Bouncin in little islands I can't even pronounce Way out laid out by da beach smokin a whole fuckin ounce This nigga stay jiggie flashy my name ain't baby Its Da B-R-A-T miss harris if you get nasty Chorus [Da Brat] Yea SoSoDef in this mothafucka, uh Chi-town in this mothafucka, uh At Lanta in this mothafucka, uh Chi-Lanta in this mothafucka, uh JD on this mothafucka, uh And its da brat on this mothafucka, uh So what you want mothafuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
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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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
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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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
[interlude]
[da brat] Yo, don't be talkin' to me about no motherf**kin' problems. Don't be talkin' to me about shit I don't wanna argue. I don't wanna do shit, I just want a motherf**kin' smoke. When I'm smokin don't f**k with me. See what I'm sayin I don't need this shit. |
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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
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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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
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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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro: Da Brat To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit... To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit. Verse One: Da Brat Before the sun shine the rain fall, applause the encore, Haven't you heard of a bitch who get open like pores, Pop a nigga like a pimple, keep it simple enough, Make 'em wonder what the fuck happened leavin' 'em stuck, 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 ain't got no more jokes, You wanna come one and go wit' me, to my place, Hate to hurt ya feelings, sexual healin' ain't the case, Lace the track like angel dust, Thus fuckin' wit' us is deadly, Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasn't ready, Stay breghted up, platinum plus, Nubians E three four chromes eighteens, three piece BBS treat seek, And yee shall find riches it's made bitches gettin' doe, I'll die for I go broke just a lil' moe. Chorus: Trey Lorenz Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind, Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind. Verse Two: Da Brat Now put one hand in the air if you keep the chinky eyed 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 moe', Who got a lighter? I'm 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 tough, 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 crafts, 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 gonna try some shit, No nigga ever lasted past the first attempt, I leave em baffled and gaffle 'em for all they keys, Then dispense to my niggas like Sony distribute LP's. Chorus: Trey Lorenz Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind, Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind. Da Brat To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit, To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, To the tic toc and ya don't stop, To the the beat beat and ya don't quit, To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit, A lil moe' bitch... A lil moe' nigga... A lil moe' baby. Outro: Da Brat Yeah, let it ease your muthfuckin' mind... Yeah, So So Def wit' that mind blowin' shit... Y'all muthafuckas better realize! |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
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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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
[Millie Jackson]
BuckWIIIILD outrageous do what you feel like doin Til a motherfucker know when you don't feel like screwin I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound Keep a motherfucker off you, keep your feet on the ground HEYYY! FUCK YOU if you can't go for that And a double fuck you from Da Brat-a-tat-tat Let it +ALL+ hang loose, never feelin afflicted! Go for what you want and it's called.. Unrestricted [Twista] May the Lord be my witness From the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted" The K-Town bitch too weak In Chi-villain they be killin every mark in the district Can y'all skill match it? Right I kill Patrick from the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' Got hit cause ya clip so slow Motherfuckers can't do shit with "So So" Shine like a twenty inch Mo-Mo For the Navi' on top of them dub's Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud Now you talkin bout my gul Terror for the millenium, straight fuckin up anyone (hah, anyone.. ssshit) Steady bust like a semi gun Murderin over any drum; comin out from the dark Here to let you know here she come [Da Brat] Can't nobody do what I done Niggaz and bitches think they run Fin' ta throw another one of my "Tantrums" redrum And the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' is where I'm from Callin on my nigga Twista to set this shit off Two of the best motherfuckers on the Westside If I need to relieve stress I get high This the introduction - Unrestricted is how I bust in Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a hoe And niggaz can talk about me, all they want Cause I'ma bad bitch And I'ma continue to be that, til I'm gone [Twista] Shit, babygirl you ain't even gotta hurt em like that Commit a murder like that Let off like a asskick and serve a hype track Hit the world like volcanos, Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin No wonder it's frightening Hoes might as well not come out of hiding Could you really be about to crush em Dustin em off like Hoffman and hush em Feel the repercussions of a girl From a place where that gangsterin and hustlin Ballin and bustin so lie low Dodge low from my Chi flow We smokin up five-oh And work thirty calories off like Tae-Bo In the middle of the function flossin With a grip no script but "Legit Ballin" Better go on with the shit talkin I create corpses for caskets and coffins Niggaz don't want Twista to spit I kick that Mobtastic shit Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic bitch [Millie Jackson] Oh +I'M+ the befo', but Da Brat is the after We pimpslap lame bitches just for the laughter All or nothin, never a fraction Yeah, you got it.. motherfuckin Mil-lie Jackson You BITCHES! .. You BITCHES! |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall And its another album Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall (Cherish) (Da Brat) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) Im in love like Maxwell You see me cryin but I just cant help it Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you You give me fire and desire Like Tina Marie and Rick James do I don't care burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell I get abusive with the flows on me When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me Cuz im so smooth and it's real not phony With a nigga you will never be lonely Its been official im hot And since you is, lets do this It seems I been shot by cupid Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . . ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) im in love with you more than my car more than my house more than the night I keep your name comin out my mouth I cant get you off my mind Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side As fine as Roy Jones Makin a move in my bones You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close Turn off the 2-way You lay your head on my pillow And do me baby The rhythm gonna get chu groovin baby And we can rock until broad day light Body's knockin the boots Destroying property, poppin me up to get through It aint right the way you feeling on my booty Its just you and me Unexplanatory the way you adore me Lord have mercy somebody gonna have to pray for me Your worthy, my service is superb On purpose im swerving all the way to ya heart ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall And its another album Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall (Cherish) (Da Brat) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) Im in love like Maxwell You see me cryin but I just cant help it Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you You give me fire and desire Like Tina Marie and Rick James do I don't care burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell I get abusive with the flows on me When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me Cuz im so smooth and it's real not phony With a nigga you will never be lonely Its been official im hot And since you is, lets do this It seems I been shot by cupid Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . . ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) im in love with you more than my car more than my house more than the night I keep your name comin out my mouth I cant get you off my mind Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side As fine as Roy Jones Makin a move in my bones You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close Turn off the 2-way You lay your head on my pillow And do me baby The rhythm gonna get chu groovin baby And we can rock until broad day light Body's knockin the boots Destroying property, poppin me up to get through It aint right the way you feeling on my booty Its just you and me Unexplanatory the way you adore me Lord have mercy somebody gonna have to pray for me Your worthy, my service is superb On purpose im swerving all the way to ya heart ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz [ep] (2003)
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall And its another album Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall (Cherish) (Da Brat) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) Im in love like Maxwell You see me cryin but I just cant help it Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you You give me fire and desire Like Tina Marie and Rick James do I don't care burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell I get abusive with the flows on me When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me Cuz im so smooth and it's real not phony With a nigga you will never be lonely Its been official im hot And since you is, lets do this It seems I been shot by cupid Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . . ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) im in love with you more than my car more than my house more than the night I keep your name comin out my mouth I cant get you off my mind Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side As fine as Roy Jones Makin a move in my bones You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close Turn off the 2-way You lay your head on my pillow And do me baby The rhythm gonna get chu groovin baby And we can rock until broad day light Body's knockin the boots Destroying property, poppin me up to get through It aint right the way you feeling on my booty Its just you and me Unexplanatory the way you adore me Lord have mercy somebody gonna have to pray for me Your worthy, my service is superb On purpose im swerving all the way to ya heart ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall And its another album Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall (Cherish) (Da Brat) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) Im in love like Maxwell You see me cryin but I just cant help it Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you You give me fire and desire Like Tina Marie and Rick James do I don't care burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell I get abusive with the flows on me When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me Cuz im so smooth and it's real not phony With a nigga you will never be lonely Its been official im hot And since you is, lets do this It seems I been shot by cupid Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . . ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) im in love with you more than my car more than my house more than the night I keep your name comin out my mouth I cant get you off my mind Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side As fine as Roy Jones Makin a move in my bones You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close Turn off the 2-way You lay your head on my pillow And do me baby The rhythm gonna get chu groovin baby And we can rock until broad day light Body's knockin the boots Destroying property, poppin me up to get through It aint right the way you feeling on my booty Its just you and me Unexplanatory the way you adore me Lord have mercy somebody gonna have to pray for me Your worthy, my service is superb On purpose im swerving all the way to ya heart ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - In Love Wit Chu [single] (2003)
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall And its another album Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall (Cherish) (Da Brat) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) Im in love like Maxwell You see me cryin but I just cant help it Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you You give me fire and desire Like Tina Marie and Rick James do I don't care burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell I get abusive with the flows on me When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me Cuz im so smooth and it's real not phony With a nigga you will never be lonely Its been official im hot And since you is, lets do this It seems I been shot by cupid Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . . ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) im in love with you more than my car more than my house more than the night I keep your name comin out my mouth I cant get you off my mind Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side As fine as Roy Jones Makin a move in my bones You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close Turn off the 2-way You lay your head on my pillow And do me baby The rhythm gonna get chu groovin baby And we can rock until broad day light Body's knockin the boots Destroying property, poppin me up to get through It aint right the way you feeling on my booty Its just you and me Unexplanatory the way you adore me Lord have mercy somebody gonna have to pray for me Your worthy, my service is superb On purpose im swerving all the way to ya heart ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall And its another album Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall (Cherish) (Da Brat) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) Im in love like Maxwell You see me cryin but I just cant help it Myself esteem is even higher when im walking with you You give me fire and desire Like Tina Marie and Rick James do I don't care burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell I get abusive with the flows on me When I seduce em' they just wanna hold me Cuz im so smooth and it's real not phony With a nigga you will never be lonely Its been official im hot And since you is, lets do this It seems I been shot by cupid Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . . ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) im in love with you more than my car more than my house more than the night I keep your name comin out my mouth I cant get you off my mind Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side As fine as Roy Jones Makin a move in my bones You presents makes everything else irrelevant when we close Turn off the 2-way You lay your head on my pillow And do me baby The rhythm gonna get chu groovin baby And we can rock until broad day light Body's knockin the boots Destroying property, poppin me up to get through It aint right the way you feeling on my booty Its just you and me Unexplanatory the way you adore me Lord have mercy somebody gonna have to pray for me Your worthy, my service is superb On purpose im swerving all the way to ya heart ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) (Da Brat) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) When I wake up in the morning it's (You) When I cant sleep at night it's (You) When im tossin and turning its (You) When my body yearnin it's (You) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing I wont do for my) (Baby) (you drive me) (Crazy) (And it makes me) (Say) ooooh Im in love Im in love Im in love Im in love with you (And there aint nothing nobody can say cuz you're the one for me) (Baby) |
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from Mtv'S Hip Hopera : Carmen [ost] (2001)
Uh, And thats the story, no life no more, just loss Caught up in between the negative and positive force, Carmen Brown, sad tale of a life cut short, who Take the responsibility when the guns go off, on one Side you have Hill, he gotta live with the guilt. Is he the one that she needed, or the one that got her killed? Or is it Carmen to blame for her own damn fault? Did she Play with his heart, and never loved him at all? It doesnt Matter now because she restin in peace, and all the playas in the Game will have ta live with the grief. Its only now that shes Gone you will truly discover the immortal love of Carmen Brown There will never be another. |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
CHORUS
(Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah (Brat) he, thought i was virgin mary sweet as a nun, wanted to marry me with hopes i'd carry his son, or his daughter the thought i otta stay out of the parties, stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody, be cooped up for the longest, with nothin but time, misery loves company but it ain't no friend of mine cooked and cleaned like a hebrew slave, till i got blisters, a modern day miss ceelie, and he was my mister but i woke up one day, started to get real slick called a couple of my friends with a few scenarios, felt like a dance with the devil, didn't like being happily married no more, had to go real quick, cause its my time, and i done made up my mind shawntae gotta leave you behind, and get my dough cause half of that's mine, and my drow to help me the daughter sunshine, you thought i wouldn't make it but i'm livin proof, do on to others as you'd have mothaf**kas do on to you CHORUS (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah she, was my ace boon coon in high, we grew up together, you f**ked with her i'd fight you , and vice versa, from class to choir rehearsal, totin the bags, slangin them sacks, and beat up all the hood rats, rolling off with the richest niggas on the block and bring they whips back, but things changed when I started to rap, jealousy kicked in, she wouldn't be my friend, she wasn't even lookin out for me then, she didn't even have time to call me on the phone to say hello so good-bye, good-bye , you'll never get apiece of my love again don't try, my love is everlasting like Tony Terry , I'm very territorial and I'm over protective to niggas I love, cause I respect them, but not this heffa, she took things in a different direction, I can't protect her when its said and done, shit, I am not the one, I need loyal buddies, supportive of me, roarin for me, breakin my trust can get ugly so please don't mistake my kindness for weakness, learn it, as I stomp trough the trenches on this tedious journey, I'm so hot my feet burn , and you keep yearnin to be a part of my life but you done f**ked it up permanently, now it don't concern me no more CHORUS 2X (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
CHORUS
(Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah (Brat) he, thought i was virgin mary sweet as a nun, wanted to marry me with hopes i'd carry his son, or his daughter the thought i otta stay out of the parties, stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody, be cooped up for the longest, with nothin but time, misery loves company but it ain't no friend of mine cooked and cleaned like a hebrew slave, till i got blisters, a modern day miss ceelie, and he was my mister but i woke up one day, started to get real slick called a couple of my friends with a few scenarios, felt like a dance with the devil, didn't like being happily married no more, had to go real quick, cause its my time, and i done made up my mind shawntae gotta leave you behind, and get my dough cause half of that's mine, and my drow to help me the daughter sunshine, you thought i wouldn't make it but i'm livin proof, do on to others as you'd have mothaf**kas do on to you CHORUS (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah she, was my ace boon coon in high, we grew up together, you f**ked with her i'd fight you , and vice versa, from class to choir rehearsal, totin the bags, slangin them sacks, and beat up all the hood rats, rolling off with the richest niggas on the block and bring they whips back, but things changed when I started to rap, jealousy kicked in, she wouldn't be my friend, she wasn't even lookin out for me then, she didn't even have time to call me on the phone to say hello so good-bye, good-bye , you'll never get apiece of my love again don't try, my love is everlasting like Tony Terry , I'm very territorial and I'm over protective to niggas I love, cause I respect them, but not this heffa, she took things in a different direction, I can't protect her when its said and done, shit, I am not the one, I need loyal buddies, supportive of me, roarin for me, breakin my trust can get ugly so please don't mistake my kindness for weakness, learn it, as I stomp trough the trenches on this tedious journey, I'm so hot my feet burn , and you keep yearnin to be a part of my life but you done f**ked it up permanently, now it don't concern me no more CHORUS 2X (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin on you, i'm a independent woman, sorry homie that (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to just settle for promises that you never kept, thought i would fail but you won't cause (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but you been proven false, the truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever i want, yeah |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
[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 [Chorus] [Fades out...] |
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from Mariah Carey 5집 - Butterfly (1997)
Honey got me hooked on you
I like that ooh, ooh Come on, come on MC, MC ooh, ooh Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat twice] Honey you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there (a huh) And you're the only one Who makes me come running Cause what you got Is far beyond compare (ooh) CHORUS: And it's just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby I've got a dependancy Always strung out For another taste of your honey It's like honey When it rushes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dying for you Crying for you I adore you Boy you know your love addected me And I'm strung out on you, darling Don't you see Every night and day I can hardly wait For another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside (yeah, yeah) Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Yeah, ooh Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey (I like that) Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly You're the only thing I wanna do CHORUS Baby I can love you babe (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) Gotta hold on love thy saints (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) (Breakdown) Oooh, woah Every little thing you do (Now what we gonna do right here, we gonna smooth it out, come on) Ooh, woah, honey, got me hooked on you (MC, and she won't stop) Honey, it's like |
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from Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)
Honey got me hooked on you
I like that ooh, ooh Come on, come on MC, MC ooh, ooh Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat twice] Honey you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there (a huh) And you're the only one Who makes me come running Cause what you got Is far beyond compare (ooh) CHORUS: And it's just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby I've got a dependancy Always strung out For another taste of your honey It's like honey When it rushes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dying for you Crying for you I adore you Boy you know your love addected me And I'm strung out on you, darling Don't you see Every night and day I can hardly wait For another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside (yeah, yeah) Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Yeah, ooh Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey (I like that) Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly You're the only thing I wanna do CHORUS Baby I can love you babe (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) Gotta hold on love thy saints (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) (Breakdown) Oooh, woah Every little thing you do (Now what we gonna do right here, we gonna smooth it out, come on) Ooh, woah, honey, got me hooked on you (MC, and she won't stop) Honey, it's like |
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from Mariah Carey - Heartbreaker [single] (1999)
Gimme your love (Repeat) Gimme your love VERSE 1: Oh your love's so good I don't want to let go And although I should I can't leave you aione 'Cause you're so disarming I'm caught up-in the midst of you And I cannot resist at all VB 1: Boy if I do The things you want me to The way I used to do Would you love me baby Or leave me feeling used Would you go and break My heart? CHORUS 1: Heartbreaker You got the best of me But I just keep on coming back lncessantly Oh why did you have to Run your game on me I should have known Right from the start You'd go and break my heart VERSE 2: lt's a shame to be So euphoric and weak When you smile at me And you tell me the things That you know persuade Me to relinquish my love To you But I cannot resist at all REPEAT VB 1 REPEAT CHORUS JAY-Z RAP OUTRO Heartbreaker You got the best of me But I just keep on coming back lncessantly Oh why did you have to Run your game on me I should have known Right from the start You'd go and break my heart REPEAT CHORUS |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Clean Version] (2000)
Blazin' hiphop and R N B
DJ Clue Desert Storm New Mariah Often imitated never duplicted W C L U E Whoohoo Guess who's back in the mother With two big old tities for your mouth Heart breakers my part taker the sensation So So Def and Clue hits in the mane Guess who droppin the five double o Like yippe yi yippi yo yay When I talk smack ya'll better skip back like here we go cuz the bitch don't quit Boy your love's so good I don't wanna let go no no I should I can't leave you alone 'Cause your soul is haunting me Caught up in the midst of you And I cannot resist At all Boy if I do The things you want me to The way I used to do Would you love me baby Holding me fellin me Is what you know to break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Why When I met ya that night baby I didn't know it wouldn't last I give my love to you honey Wish I could take it all back See I have never met a guy C'mon yeah yeah That was better at telling lies Should've known you'd break my heart If Da Brat gave a fuck about a nigger My heart would be broke Should have know you were star struck when I left you so My guard was up in the beginning but then I gave you my heart and you broke it again I'm a fool when you smile at me I'm convinced I get caught up in you when I just can't resist I know you lie to me It just drives me nuts This one kiss could persuade me to believe your bluffs You set it up impressin me with gifts and rings I wish love was dollars cuz money ain't a thing when I think of MC blew the party I got a ready to play somebody Is that tell me you Is that for each member of my crew With that I'm gonna heartbreak you Now you flat on your back You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust me yo Baby I'm the real thang So what ya got me sweatin you consistantly baby Baby I got the good thing So why you makin love to me you crazy baby I like the way he used to spank me He used to lie me on my back take that He used to have me in the sac legs back But now he be buggin lately Hey boy why you actin stinky I keep it stiff like wood baby So if you wanna keep a good lady You need to stop with all the heart breaking Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me |
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from Da Brat - Unrestricted [Explicit Version] (2000)
(Da Brat)
Niggas always watchin me (funky!) But I want em to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!) I always feel like Somebody's watchin me, watchin me Could it be the way I'm still tight? Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me The, whole world got too much money for me To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe Rock harder than the one from So-So I never go broke broke I keep comin with the vocals that make most know Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag Why should I look sad that I got some loot now? In fact, I knew how watch when I back the Coupe out Can niggas just troop out The same way they do when I show you Brat With a little bit of boobs out And her big ass protrude out Get the news out Some of you bitches lose out When the sexiness ooze out Like orgasms, I'm the best at this Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites You gotta pay a bitch Cause I be stayin rich I ain't quittin, quittin Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin (chorus) Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care This fo niggas and bitches everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em And make em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever im high, high Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired To get that paper, baby (Da Brat) If y'all wanna see me, see me Im give y'all somethin to look look at Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon I ain't lackin lackin on shit Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks See you when I shine, I glow, glow From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4 And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you Some of the ones run I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump Stay out the way when I come come It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh And put a hump in ya back If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat (chorus) (Mystikal) I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that The bass dont thump, we spit on crap That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?) Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!" Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper Still smoke a nigga under the table Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth And ya head out ya ass And keep ya nose out my buisness And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD! I put em in the trash bag Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday I kick em in they raggely ass Take money from em and you know I better get some I know it ain't fair but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears Throw ya hands in the air As high as you can, and leave them bitches there! (chorus 2x, fade out) |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
You can find me in a cloud of smoke
usually I'm posted up in the corner with mah folks surrounded by thugs and models everybody getting fucked up and we all gotta bottle aint nobody stuck up cuz we all wanna holla we all wanna party till tomorrow lets follow the yellow red road to mah humble of bowl trip over the ninety way take off all of our clothes kiss most of me right away because I'm about to explode and if you don't know, know you know nigga I'm sickning and I never get with when I retire I'll be crushed up like a old battle ship I'ma put the dip in your hip from right to left It's that ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so def it could get drastic don't fuck around and get ur ass kicked cuz I have never been faithfully uplasted [Chorus] Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky In the club in the heat in the V.I.P. sippin on bub? lighten up a tree its tight enough the place for me so I tight on doves? security still had to squeeze niggeaz like chokin on doves wit me smokein on mah chronic cuz it's straight from cali if I'm provoking you do do cuz I gotta do weed stay focused on the doe wit mah family I need to live all good, I need to sleep all good I need to know who the niggaz in mah neighborhood, in mah neighborhood so shit if anything happens if sumthin goes down im getting ready for the motherfuckin show down and theres no telling wut I do cuz I know more now I just might turn it ovea to mah crew and roll out cuz imma kool bitch breeze through the bullshit be eazy cuz I keep me focused (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky If you want drama I'm from the Chi, Illinois going wit the docomentry on mah boys some of them cold killaz doe killaz murda their babysiter gold realistic do whatevea for their lil sista four g's folks low ..?.. oh please no matter what city I'm in I get wut I need niggaz think they love me cuz I'm the b to the r-a-t every second is appropriet for me to bust and discuse whatever the fuck I wanna bring up and string up my a f one laces would you niggeaz stay out of our faces my team winning like the L.A lakers my cron peepz spinning on a navigator when I stop niggeaz there they can't take it it took mah moma nine months to make it ain't no mistakein (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you mothea fuckeaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy niggea (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy niggea (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
You can find me in a cloud of smoke
usually I'm posted up in the corner with mah folks surrounded by thugs and models everybody getting fucked up and we all gotta bottle aint nobody stuck up cuz we all wanna holla we all wanna party till tomorrow lets follow the yellow red road to mah humble of bowl trip over the ninety way take off all of our clothes kiss most of me right away because I'm about to explode and if you don't know, know you know nigga I'm sickning and I never get with when I retire I'll be crushed up like a old battle ship I'ma put the dip in your hip from right to left It's that ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so def it could get drastic don't fuck around and get ur ass kicked cuz I have never been faithfully uplasted [Chorus] Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky In the club in the heat in the V.I.P. sippin on bub? lighten up a tree its tight enough the place for me so I tight on doves? security still had to squeeze niggeaz like chokin on doves wit me smokein on mah chronic cuz it's straight from cali if I'm provoking you do do cuz I gotta do weed stay focused on the doe wit mah family I need to live all good, I need to sleep all good I need to know who the niggaz in mah neighborhood, in mah neighborhood so shit if anything happens if sumthin goes down im getting ready for the motherfuckin show down and theres no telling wut I do cuz I know more now I just might turn it ovea to mah crew and roll out cuz imma kool bitch breeze through the bullshit be eazy cuz I keep me focused (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy nigga (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy nigga (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky If you want drama I'm from the Chi, Illinois going wit the docomentry on mah boys some of them cold killaz doe killaz murda their babysiter gold realistic do whatevea for their lil sista four g's folks low ..?.. oh please no matter what city I'm in I get wut I need niggaz think they love me cuz I'm the b to the r-a-t every second is appropriet for me to bust and discuse whatever the fuck I wanna bring up and string up my a f one laces would you niggeaz stay out of our faces my team winning like the L.A lakers my cron peepz spinning on a navigator when I stop niggeaz there they can't take it it took mah moma nine months to make it ain't no mistakein (chorus) Ima bout to bust all you mothea fuckeaz (just a lil) Dont touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm tipsy niggea (just a lil) when it comes to the doe I'm filthy niggea (just a lil) can I get in and rock it (just a lil) can I get this dirty money lagit (just a lil) can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty (just a lil) just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
My dear, my dear, my dear,
You do not know me But I know you very well So let me tell about Da Brat tatatat I'm light skin, redbone, Peanut butter complexion Very affectionate, very direct When I'm expressing myself I'm 5'5" My astrology sign is aries Thick in my thighs, 36Bs Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves Put it down with hese lucious suckable Lips Making you wanna reach out and touch'em Come on and give me a kiss Could it be those hips just pokin out of my jeans I showed them once or twice And some niggers have become feems I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin, Blunt smoking No stopping, weave cocking With constant heat dropping Bombs on nonbelievers charming All the people They call it the life of leisure I'm preaching what I'm speaking This shit you ain't used to seeing So please believe it you needin the B To the R muthaf**king AT I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go I'm steppin in the club now ya'll Hey now Niggers showing me love ya'll Hey now I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now Especially my niggers, They got the ouoo! I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you To drop off my package A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit We'll go together like roger And jessica rabbit I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rocking pink silk panties At the moment But I'm sport cotton But jeanie's dreamin of Jeanie will blink me to scottie So he can beam me pump adrenaline Into my blook steam Proceed extremely with caution I'm probably gleaming Because my bling bling is Worth a fortune It seems things will never change So I puffed often cause these dayz, Niggers is crazy You can't pay me to roll without my AK I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go I can't let go of this game I can't let go of this fame But for sure, before I go You niggers gonna know my name Cause I'm so doogie, one in a million Cop a brazzillion for the coochie That rides smoothly Pass the doogie, the dutchie Rudely interrupted, your regularly Scheduled program I throw down and bust it There ain't no hoe around touching me I'm sharper than cutlerly I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces I'm steppin in the club now ya'll Hey now Niggers showing me love ya'll Hey now I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now Especially my niggers, They got the ouoo! I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go... |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
My dear, my dear, my dear,
You do not know me But I know you very well So let me tell about Da Brat tatatat I'm light skin, redbone, Peanut butter complexion Very affectionate, very direct When I'm expressing myself I'm 5'5" My astrology sign is aries Thick in my thighs, 36Bs Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves Put it down with hese lucious suckable Lips Making you wanna reach out and touch'em Come on and give me a kiss Could it be those hips just pokin out of my jeans I showed them once or twice And some niggers have become feems I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin, Blunt smoking No stopping, weave cocking With constant heat dropping Bombs on nonbelievers charming All the people They call it the life of leisure I'm preaching what I'm speaking This shit you ain't used to seeing So please believe it you needin the B To the R muthaf**king AT I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go I'm steppin in the club now ya'll Hey now Niggers showing me love ya'll Hey now I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now Especially my niggers, They got the ouoo! I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you To drop off my package A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit We'll go together like roger And jessica rabbit I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rocking pink silk panties At the moment But I'm sport cotton But jeanie's dreamin of Jeanie will blink me to scottie So he can beam me pump adrenaline Into my blook steam Proceed extremely with caution I'm probably gleaming Because my bling bling is Worth a fortune It seems things will never change So I puffed often cause these dayz, Niggers is crazy You can't pay me to roll without my AK I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go I can't let go of this game I can't let go of this fame But for sure, before I go You niggers gonna know my name Cause I'm so doogie, one in a million Cop a brazzillion for the coochie That rides smoothly Pass the doogie, the dutchie Rudely interrupted, your regularly Scheduled program I throw down and bust it There ain't no hoe around touching me I'm sharper than cutlerly I slice niggers to itty bitty pieces I'm steppin in the club now ya'll Hey now Niggers showing me love ya'll Hey now I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now Especially my niggers, They got the ouoo! I guess you wonder where I've been I search to find the love within I came back to let you know I gotta thing for you And I can't let it go... |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
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|
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
(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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from Da Brat - Anuthatantrum (1996)
Intro: T-Boz I had some problems, that 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, oh all my love baby. . . Verse One: 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 the 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 weights, Caught a case, cause you're boy ran his mouth too much, And its a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch, But as the days keep passin', keep it laughin' with stacks of letters , Pictures so you don't forget us, when you'd rather not be livin' in the cella, Hella muthaf~ckas want your occupation, But they can keep pacin', cause I'm gonna be waitin' on my baby. Chorus: Da Brat & T-Boz And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around. Verse Two: 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 was puffin' an L., Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I saw better, SL 500s colorful Coogie 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 solid 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: Da Brat & T-Boz And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around, And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around. |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
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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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Shit ,i let my guard down
Damn, I let yo azz in when I shoulda kept u out It's all gravy it happens To alla uswhen u Hurt u hurt back U reap what u sow In tha beginning when I met u Didn't mean to b rude but I had to sweat you 'cause u had me wet boo I couldn't let u get Away 'cause then when would I see u again, another day? Your face was all I needed To see on a daily basis My heart in ur hands would Make it all gravy But i was mistaken highly You slid shit right by me Bein decietful n hidin keeping Secrets but still keepin me smilin ivitin hoes To ur party Lord knows I don wanna get started I might hurt somebody Regardless ima love u For what we been thru But keepin u is somethin I can't do If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party As much as I miss u I cant get wit u We painted a perfect picture But I can see clearly now The rain is gone But tha pain still Come on strong Every so often I get discombobulated Callin' Miss Cleo to see Wat the Tarot Cards are sayin Hopin' that she kno how To help a bitch out or somethin Give me ur lucky number Then come up those Mothaf**kas Im not frontin U only get one strike here U blew it so i wont b right here The best friend that u Claim u eva had is gone And it happened because U played me wrong Sing tha song for me If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party An' now that its over that Predicament taught me to b A soldier n stay at attention Fold my colla up an' pop it An' keep hollarin at tha Rich niggaz wit tha deep Pockets that keep me goin shoppin Im better now than ever now You've never found somebody Quite like me to stay down Whateva is meant to be I'll b that n whoeva is sent To me will b crashed If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party Check it out, no matter wat u do You cant let em crash ur party get u somebody thaz gonna Lad-dee-da-dee that came to party |
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from Da Brat - Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz (2003)
Shit ,i let my guard down
Damn, I let yo azz in when I shoulda kept u out It's all gravy it happens To alla uswhen u Hurt u hurt back U reap what u sow In tha beginning when I met u Didn't mean to b rude but I had to sweat you 'cause u had me wet boo I couldn't let u get Away 'cause then when would I see u again, another day? Your face was all I needed To see on a daily basis My heart in ur hands would Make it all gravy But i was mistaken highly You slid shit right by me Bein decietful n hidin keeping Secrets but still keepin me smilin ivitin hoes To ur party Lord knows I don wanna get started I might hurt somebody Regardless ima love u For what we been thru But keepin u is somethin I can't do If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party As much as I miss u I cant get wit u We painted a perfect picture But I can see clearly now The rain is gone But tha pain still Come on strong Every so often I get discombobulated Callin' Miss Cleo to see Wat the Tarot Cards are sayin Hopin' that she kno how To help a bitch out or somethin Give me ur lucky number Then come up those Mothaf**kas Im not frontin U only get one strike here U blew it so i wont b right here The best friend that u Claim u eva had is gone And it happened because U played me wrong Sing tha song for me If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party An' now that its over that Predicament taught me to b A soldier n stay at attention Fold my colla up an' pop it An' keep hollarin at tha Rich niggaz wit tha deep Pockets that keep me goin shoppin Im better now than ever now You've never found somebody Quite like me to stay down Whateva is meant to be I'll b that n whoeva is sent To me will b crashed If u get somebody not Jus anybody get somebody Thaz gonna be like nobody Get somebody don tell Everybody 'cause somebody Gon' try to crash ur party Check it out, no matter wat u do You cant let em crash ur party get u somebody thaz gonna Lad-dee-da-dee that came to party |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
Yeah So Funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat tat tat tat...on that ass Chorus: So So So Funkdafied So So So Funkdafied So So So Funkdafied Verse 1: Open up open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name J and his new found friend I'm hittin switches like Eric on the solo creep For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T. Puttin the dip in your hip from right to left It's the ghetto west bitch and I'm So So Def Nigga that's my click Nigga that's who I rolls with And we kicks nothing but the fat(sh,sh,hhh) Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic with the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit (Why?!) Because we so funkdafied (Why?!) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G H da E T T O, nigga Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin' And freak this dest just like Ashford and Simpson Chorus: Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Verse 2: Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes the Brat tat tat tat I make your neck snap back Meaning I got the hit that a get'cha bent Tearing the roof off this mutha like Parliament I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, damnit! Brat your the funk Bandit and they can't handle it I know That's why I keep hittin'em with this grammer Lettin' all ya'll know that I'm the real mama jama Straight to the head like a chronic sack I pass the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back Wella sistas and fellas It's time to get your groove on I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move homes Breaking these fools off proper like It's S.O.S.O.D.E.F. dynamite Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like Ralph K And since this ain't no Honeymoon, I'm here to stay And the way we comin' at cha Baby we can't miss There's a new tag team in town Nigga, Whoomp, there it is Chorus: Cause I'm so, so, so Funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkdafied |
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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
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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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
Now this some bad weed, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Oh how I love it when I fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up. My day starts out light, But ends up very heavy as the night approach, When I take float from all that smoke that I smoked, No joke, as I commence to take flight, It's gotta be first class cause this ass could give a f~ck about coach b~tch, How high do you fly when you fly Brat? From the bottom to the top, top to bottom and back, Now as I lay me in the cut getting f~cked up, Puffing on blunts and coming up with some more of that funky stuff, Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus, Notice that hocus pocus abracadaba smoke just, Fills up the room as I breathe again, once more from the ghetto it's them braids and, When flossing in my Benz with my friends it begins, Smell the aroma, putting you in coma, It's that super stanky dank that'll make you faint, go blank, Hey, when I hits the door, all my niggas say. Chorus: Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up. It's a new day, new day truly ain't nothing changed, Fall up out my bed to the same old things, Your average everyday black surroundings, It's barbecue, a little weed, it's some niggas with some bass pounding, One o'clock is the time I raise, Take a shower, brush my teeth and correct my braids, Now listen up to what I say, Because this type of sh~t, it happens everyday, And I got a place where I search my soul, In the summer it's a pool, in the winter it's a smoke hole, 20 feet away from the house in the back, Surrounded by a gate, draped in all black, It's where me and my homies go, Smoking on that dank 'til it ain't no more, How we smoke? We smoke to a maximum, Doing our thing, kicking back relaxing and uh. Chorus: Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, It's probably all the chronic that I smoke, Oh how we love it when you fire it up, Ba dee ya dee ya dee ya dee ya, Laying in the cut getting real f~cked up |
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from Da Brat - Funkdafied (1994)
(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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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
(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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from Da Brat - Anutha Funkdafied Tantrum (2000)
(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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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
*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 *Repeat (x7) |
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