Da Brat

Baptized in the Funk Yeah, So Funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat...on that ass So, So, So Funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied So, So, So Funkdafied Open up, open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name J and his new fou

That I shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh That I should cuss and shit, huh That I shouldn't do the shit I wanna do You know what I'm sayin'? But I don't give a fuck about what these niggas think That's they beliefs, here go mine I gets embedded in yo

Verse 1: My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach When I take flow from all dat smoke dat I smoke, no joke As I commence to take flight it's gotta be first class 'cause this ass Could give a fuck about coach.... Bitch (How

give it 2 you 1 for da money 2 for da bass 3 to get ya goin' cause da brat in da place it's me, da o.g. funk bandit (whose dat?) da b 2- da r-a-t- and in fact if you ain't heard of me take a seat, lay back and listen as i bust 4 yo ass on dis funkdaf

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 Up to bat is Da B

They can only leave to live the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary Maliciou

[Da Brat](Tyrese) Oh, look out Oh uh, come on What'chu like, a whole lot of, whut? (Tyrese yeah) What'chu like, me on a, whut? (What'cha like, what'cha like?) What'chu like? (Can you tell me, baby) Why? How? All night long (All night long) [Da Brat]

I am..... quick to pull the trigger quick to pull your card Hard late for the boulevard It's Da B to the R A T with the bump Sendin good vibrations from the trunk to the front Of your ride (ride) where I live that's what they like (like) So that's wh

[Featuring Krayzie Bone] Somebody call the cops. Let 'em know the funk bandit's back With more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tat The funk keeper Cause bleed smokin haloweed Givin' You what 'cha need Indeed I'm nice Jewelery full of ice Th

[Da Brat] 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

Give it 2 you 1 for da money 2 for da bass 3 to get ya goin＇ Cause da brat in da place It＇s me, da o.g. funk bandit (whose dat?) Da b-2 da -r-a-t and in fact If you ain＇t heard of me Take a seat, lay back and listen As i bust 4 yo ass on dis funkdafi

Yo, puttin' down, definition Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean [Hook] (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) For me to k