| Lyrics: | 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 |
