| Song | Breeve On Em - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Da Brat |
| Album | Unrestricted |
| 作词 : Da Brat, Pttman | |
| I Don't stop, | |
| I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked | |
| Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas | |
| I came to make y'all freak one another | |
| I, I keep bangin', | |
| I keep slangin' | |
| We keep watching niggas die for simple things | |
| So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up | |
| Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust | |
| Now I don't stop, but | |
| I smoke weed | |
| I ain't gotta pop rocks no more | |
| I got G's | |
| Just wave you hands from side to side | |
| Cause we gone show keep it live | |
| We got greed in our eyes, | |
| I keep spittin', | |
| I keep rippin' | |
| I keep women, | |
| I creep and keep hittin' | |
| They impressed with my shoe size, deuce | |
| I'm with you tonight | |
| Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice | |
| When I'm called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on with us | |
| Can't ball with us, too hard to touch 22 fuckin' up they callin' us | |
| Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust | |
| They keep rushin' for status, some more than you got it | |
| All for cabbage as far as we got it | |
| So don't push me, | |
| I'm too close to the edge | |
| Bout to go loco on these niggas, leave'em for dead, and | |
| When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut | |
| I'm 22, We | |
| West-Chi And | |
| I'm da motherfuckin' | |
| Brat right [Hook: say x2] | |
| If you won't ride then say so, why play make dough | |
| Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes | |
| Too strong for your nose, shoot up | |
| I got the best blow | |
| It's potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours | |
| When I hit the door, nigga best move, guess who | |
| We ain't got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves and a vest too | |
| Test who why you trippin' we came to party | |
| Run game and probably leave the party with somebody | |
| Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it | |
| And when I fuck 'em they hypnotized | |
| Sprung cause | |
| I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes | |
| Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown | |
| In my zone, | |
| I'm a grown man, gone | |
| I ain't tryin' to keep her | |
| She got nice features, but so do | |
| Mesha, Imma keep creepin' | |
| Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a sudden | |
| A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she | |
| Scared to cut fuckin' too many hoes, me | |
| I got Twenty hoes, | |
| I'ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, see a show | |
| Let it be known playa west to east | |
| Cause I'm the dog that fell in love with the | |
| Georgia Peach [Hook] | |
| I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga | |
| I thought not | |
| Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked | |
| Got too much of my own shit to stop | |
| And look for niggas, when | |
| I make any dick rock | |
| Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say | |
| They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed and shit | |
| Fuck that, | |
| I got half on the weed and shit and | |
| I'm Brat One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find me | |
| On the West | |
| Side of Chi with my thieving click, believe a bitch | |
| Cause ain't no nigga hated on the pussy yet | |
| Squeeze the dick, got grip, they can't forget | |
| Ain't a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me | |
| Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me | |
| They say is she is or is she ain't a dyke | |
| You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight [Hook] |
| zuò cí : Da Brat, Pttman | |
| I Don' t stop, | |
| I stay hot, y' all stay shocked, we keep it locked | |
| Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas | |
| I came to make y' all freak one another | |
| I, I keep bangin', | |
| I keep slangin' | |
| We keep watching niggas die for simple things | |
| So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up | |
| Dead up, I' m fed up feel my lead bust | |
| Now I don' t stop, but | |
| I smoke weed | |
| I ain' t gotta pop rocks no more | |
| I got G' s | |
| Just wave you hands from side to side | |
| Cause we gone show keep it live | |
| We got greed in our eyes, | |
| I keep spittin', | |
| I keep rippin' | |
| I keep women, | |
| I creep and keep hittin' | |
| They impressed with my shoe size, deuce | |
| I' m with you tonight | |
| Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice | |
| When I' m called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on with us | |
| Can' t ball with us, too hard to touch 22 fuckin' up they callin' us | |
| Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust | |
| They keep rushin' for status, some more than you got it | |
| All for cabbage as far as we got it | |
| So don' t push me, | |
| I' m too close to the edge | |
| Bout to go loco on these niggas, leave' em for dead, and | |
| When it' s time for us, bitch we diamond cut | |
| I' m 22, We | |
| WestChi And | |
| I' m da motherfuckin' | |
| Brat right Hook: say x2 | |
| If you won' t ride then say so, why play make dough | |
| Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes | |
| Too strong for your nose, shoot up | |
| I got the best blow | |
| It' s potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours | |
| When I hit the door, nigga best move, guess who | |
| We ain' t got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves and a vest too | |
| Test who why you trippin' we came to party | |
| Run game and probably leave the party with somebody | |
| Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it | |
| And when I fuck ' em they hypnotized | |
| Sprung cause | |
| I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes | |
| Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown | |
| In my zone, | |
| I' m a grown man, gone | |
| I ain' t tryin' to keep her | |
| She got nice features, but so do | |
| Mesha, Imma keep creepin' | |
| Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a sudden | |
| A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she | |
| Scared to cut fuckin' too many hoes, me | |
| I got Twenty hoes, | |
| I' ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, see a show | |
| Let it be known playa west to east | |
| Cause I' m the dog that fell in love with the | |
| Georgia Peach Hook | |
| I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga | |
| I thought not | |
| Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked | |
| Got too much of my own shit to stop | |
| And look for niggas, when | |
| I make any dick rock | |
| Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say | |
| They body' s callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed and shit | |
| Fuck that, | |
| I got half on the weed and shit and | |
| I' m Brat One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find me | |
| On the West | |
| Side of Chi with my thieving click, believe a bitch | |
| Cause ain' t no nigga hated on the pussy yet | |
| Squeeze the dick, got grip, they can' t forget | |
| Ain' t a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me | |
| Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me | |
| They say is she is or is she ain' t a dyke | |
| You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight Hook |