(da brat)
Niggas always watchin me (funky!)
But I want em to keep on watchin me
Ima keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)
I always feel like
Somebodys watchin me, watchin me
Could it be the way Im still tight?
Niggas that didnt use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
The, whole world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, cant 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, Im 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 aint quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, 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
Im never too tired
To get that paper, baby
(da brat)
If yall wanna see me, see me
Im give yall somethin to look look at
Make a nigga neck turn turn for brat
Burn burn these hoes cuz Im back and my pants still sag
Its automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I aint lackin lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
Im 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
Dont 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 cant control my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I come come
Its guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If niggas is askin whos thumpin, its brat brat
(chorus)
(mystikal)
I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we dont listen to that
The bass dont thump, we spit on crap
That beat aint tight nigga, that shit aint 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 its 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 Im 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 aint 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)