| Lyrics: | One for the money,
Two for the bass,
Three to get ya goin',
Cause Da Brat's in da
place.
It's me, the O.G. funk bandit, whose that?,
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 your
ass on this funkdafied mission,
Just kick off your shoes and relax your feet, thats
right,
Party on down wit' Da Brat and her beat,
Now it goes like that and thats how it
goes,
I'm gonna give it to all you negroes and hoes,
So listen up, make sure you listen up
well,
And don't miss this sh~t cause this b~tch be bad as hell,
Truth of the matter is I
splatta kids that talk sh~t,
In a gangsta's way that's how them fool's get dealt wit',
So
want you wanna do b~tch, don't even trip,
Step up, step up, and I'm gonna bust your
lip,
Now I know, that you know, that I know you don't want me to,
But keep on trippin' and
I'm gonna give it to you, ya b~tch.
(chrous)
Brat is the fantastic, romantic,
single-handed bandit, and damnit,
Don't get no betta', betta' it don't get no moe',
Than
the flow that I flow for you negroes and hoes,
Devastating, captivating, elevating, as
I,
Smooth operating and I love to get high,
Well nigga fire it up, say what? Nigga fire it
up,
At your request I guess it's time for me to get f~cked 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 the baddest new b~tch in this Hip-Hop biz,
O.G. is what I
am,
A Brat is what I be,
Blunts are what I smoke,
And you can't see me,
So let
it go, cause my sh~t is tight,
Take it how I give it and enjoy the ride.
Yeah, its
like, its like that,
For da nine f~ckin' four, it's Da Brat and you don't know,
You betta
ask some muthaf~ckin' body, lodi-dodi, I came to party,
B~tch!
Da Brat &
Jermaine Dupri
Hey JD come and sing this duo with me boy, right here!
Word up hey, word up
hey, word up hey, for real tho',
Sh~t, word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real yo |
