|
|||||||||||||
|
|
DA BRAT >> Merchandise Links
DA BRAT
(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)
|
|
