| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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, the snare don't clap, | |
| That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat | |
| Everytime | |
| I touch the mic, another record ya slap | |
| I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap | |
| Test it loud for the low kickin', slow and fast | |
| 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 everytime | |
| I bet against 'em | |
| I know it ain't fair but | |
| I swim with alligators and | |
| I wrestle with bears | |
| Throw ya hands in the air | |
| As high as you can, and leave them bitches there |
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