Mind Blowin' Lyrics
| Song | Mind Blowin' |
| Artist | Da Brat |
| Album | Ghetto Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Da Brat, Dupri | |
| Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands | |
| To the niggas in the back clap your hands | |
| And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance | |
| So get your ass up out your seats | |
| And get down to the sounds of the B R A T | |
| Now me I be she with the funk | |
| Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk | |
| Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect | |
| Its like asthma motherf**kers gasping for breath | |
| 'cause I'm def so so very its scary | |
| Never teary and what I kick is necessary | |
| 'cause bullshit irritates the ear | |
| That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear | |
| Don't worry 'cause everything is fine | |
| Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don't stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I'll make you neck snap back | |
| [Da Brat] | |
| My shit is what the niggas like | |
| Gangsta as funk is all we write | |
| Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk | |
| And you shit ain't shit if your shit don't bump | |
| Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get | |
| When you f**kin' with dat shit from a so def bitch | |
| I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see | |
| Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy | |
| Its me that Brat so ease on back | |
| And let me slide on up to the top of the stack | |
| Fron the westside def side is my crew | |
| Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo | |
| My shit fly shit why should I get | |
| Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches | |
| Its just me myself my blunts and my click | |
| Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit...oh yea | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don't stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I'll make you neck snap back | |
| [Da Brat] | |
| Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering | |
| To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been | |
| Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics | |
| Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics | |
| I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days | |
| F**ked up by the ways | |
| I play shit complicated but basic | |
| I ain't nothing to f**k with and you gotsta face it | |
| You can't trace 'cause ain't no outline you can't out rhyme | |
| You can't route yours like I route mine | |
| Energetical funkadelical made for the radio | |
| 'cause stereo where ever I let it though its on on | |
| To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome | |
| Don't worry 'cause everything is fine | |
| I'm fired up and you done lost your mind | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don't stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I'll make you neck snap back | |
| - then chorus without JD and Brat | |
| - then chorus without Man and Brat | |
| - then chorus without Man and JD | |
| - then chorus without Man and Brat | |
| - then chorus without Man and JD |
| zuo ci : Da Brat, Dupri | |
| Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands | |
| To the niggas in the back clap your hands | |
| And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance | |
| So get your ass up out your seats | |
| And get down to the sounds of the B R A T | |
| Now me I be she with the funk | |
| Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk | |
| Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect | |
| Its like asthma motherf kers gasping for breath | |
| ' cause I' m def so so very its scary | |
| Never teary and what I kick is necessary | |
| ' cause bullshit irritates the ear | |
| That' s why I' m here in the clear have no fear | |
| Don' t worry ' cause everything is fine | |
| Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don' t stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I' ll make you neck snap back | |
| Da Brat | |
| My shit is what the niggas like | |
| Gangsta as funk is all we write | |
| Well it ain' t got no slang if it ain' t got no funk | |
| And you shit ain' t shit if your shit don' t bump | |
| Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get | |
| When you f kin' with dat shit from a so def bitch | |
| I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see | |
| Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy | |
| Its me that Brat so ease on back | |
| And let me slide on up to the top of the stack | |
| Fron the westside def side is my crew | |
| Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo | |
| My shit fly shit why should I get | |
| Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches | |
| Its just me myself my blunts and my click | |
| Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit... oh yea | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don' t stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I' ll make you neck snap back | |
| Da Brat | |
| Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering | |
| To see what you ain' t seen or go where you ain' t been | |
| Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics | |
| Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics | |
| I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days | |
| F ked up by the ways | |
| I play shit complicated but basic | |
| I ain' t nothing to f k with and you gotsta face it | |
| You can' t trace ' cause ain' t no outline you can' t out rhyme | |
| You can' t route yours like I route mine | |
| Energetical funkadelical made for the radio | |
| ' cause stereo where ever I let it though its on on | |
| To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome | |
| Don' t worry ' cause everything is fine | |
| I' m fired up and you done lost your mind | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don' t stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I' ll make you neck snap back | |
| then chorus without JD and Brat | |
| then chorus without Man and Brat | |
| then chorus without Man and JD | |
| then chorus without Man and Brat | |
| then chorus without Man and JD |
| zuò cí : Da Brat, Dupri | |
| Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands | |
| To the niggas in the back clap your hands | |
| And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance | |
| So get your ass up out your seats | |
| And get down to the sounds of the B R A T | |
| Now me I be she with the funk | |
| Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk | |
| Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect | |
| Its like asthma motherf kers gasping for breath | |
| ' cause I' m def so so very its scary | |
| Never teary and what I kick is necessary | |
| ' cause bullshit irritates the ear | |
| That' s why I' m here in the clear have no fear | |
| Don' t worry ' cause everything is fine | |
| Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don' t stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I' ll make you neck snap back | |
| Da Brat | |
| My shit is what the niggas like | |
| Gangsta as funk is all we write | |
| Well it ain' t got no slang if it ain' t got no funk | |
| And you shit ain' t shit if your shit don' t bump | |
| Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get | |
| When you f kin' with dat shit from a so def bitch | |
| I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see | |
| Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy | |
| Its me that Brat so ease on back | |
| And let me slide on up to the top of the stack | |
| Fron the westside def side is my crew | |
| Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo | |
| My shit fly shit why should I get | |
| Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches | |
| Its just me myself my blunts and my click | |
| Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit... oh yea | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don' t stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I' ll make you neck snap back | |
| Da Brat | |
| Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering | |
| To see what you ain' t seen or go where you ain' t been | |
| Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics | |
| Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics | |
| I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days | |
| F ked up by the ways | |
| I play shit complicated but basic | |
| I ain' t nothing to f k with and you gotsta face it | |
| You can' t trace ' cause ain' t no outline you can' t out rhyme | |
| You can' t route yours like I route mine | |
| Energetical funkadelical made for the radio | |
| ' cause stereo where ever I let it though its on on | |
| To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome | |
| Don' t worry ' cause everything is fine | |
| I' m fired up and you done lost your mind | |
| Chorus: | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| JD: On and on til the break of dawn | |
| See the beats don' t stop til the early morn | |
| Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do | |
| Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact | |
| When it come to the brat tat tat tat | |
| I' ll make you neck snap back | |
| then chorus without JD and Brat | |
| then chorus without Man and Brat | |
| then chorus without Man and JD | |
| then chorus without Man and Brat | |
| then chorus without Man and JD |
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