Come And Get Some - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Come And Get Some
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Chris Kelly, Lenny Kravitz, Jermaine Dupri, Lisa Bonet, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
Get down, ain't no room to mess around
When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town
I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back
It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack
Ta dow now, I know you love how I put it down
Now, I know you love how my shit sounds

So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
One time two times three times I'm
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
'Cause puttin' it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
'Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast

Now, there I go, there I go, there I go
With my funkdafied funkdafied west side flow
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
'Cause ain't another bitch like this bitch right shit

When you're in the mood to flow let me know
'Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
Now I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some

To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
I'm cappin' any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
It be the crooked letta O double that once more
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's

On, till I let them fools disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
'Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
'Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with

When you're in the mood to flow let me know
'Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
Now I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some

Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
The MAC's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
For so very long
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
With the K to the K, by the way, dum di di dum
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin' all dressed in black
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs

Leanin' to the side peepin' out the scene
Niggas on my dick 'cause I got green and I'm a fiend
To the microphone which I'm known to rock
Bangin' till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
To the king that I may very be
The macadocious a town player the M A C

When you're in the mood to flow let me know
'Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
Now I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some

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Funkdafied - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Funkdafied
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Hard times in the funk
Yeah, so funkdafied
So let's take a ride with the Brat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on that ass

So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied

Open up, open up and let the funk flow in
From this nigga named J and his new found friend
I'm hittin' switches like Eric on the solo creep
For yo jeep it's the B R A T

Puttin' the dip in your hip from right to left
It's that ghetto west bitch and I'm so, so Def
Nigga, that's my click, nigga, that's who I rolls with
And we kicks nothing but the fat shit

Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic
With the real shit, we got the shit you can't fuck wit
(Why?)
Because we so funkdafied
(Why?)
We make you move from side to side

Well, it's the G H the E T T O, nigga
Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby
So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin'
And freak this duet just like Ashford and Simpson

'Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied

Puttin' it down, puttin' it down, ain't no thing to me
And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me
It's like that and as a matter of fact, when it comes to the Brat
I got the shit that'll make your neck snap back

Meaning I got the shit that a get'cha bent
Tearin' the roof off this motha like Parliament
I'm on a roll in control like Janet, damnit!
(Ranch, oh, the funk bandit and they can't handle it)

I know, that's why I keep hittin' 'em with this grammar
Lettin' niggas know that I'm the real mama jama
Straight to the head like a chronic sack
I passed the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back

Wella sistas and fellas, it's time to get your groove on
I provide the funkdafied sound to make you move on
Breakin' these fools off proper like
It's S O S O D E F dynamite

Hummin-ah, hummin-ah, comin' up at ya like Ralph K
And since this ain't no honeymoon, I'm here to stay
And the way we comin' at ya, baby, we can't miss
There's a new tag team in town, nigga, whoomp, there it is

So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied

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Live It Up - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Live It Up
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): R Hargis, Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
Nine six, it's Da Brat nigga
We jackin' these niggas for they beats and shit
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Put this shit in ya mothafuckin' mouth

Niggas know when they see the afro sym-boool
They embrace themselves
Lock doors and hold their breath
For the black on black beamer drivin'

Shittin' on niggas time after time
And on da west side is confinement
It ain't no gettin' outta line with me, I stays ready
Split a mothafuckas shit fo free if necessary

Gotta love for gettin' blunted
What you wanna do, I done it bitch
And about to do it again
So run and tell ya friends I'm comin'

My motto is make it all and never miss a buck
I walk around attitude 'cause I don't give a fuck
However you gotta get it get it without getting stuck
I'm witcha 'cause life ain't shit if you can't live it up, live it up

My motto is make it all and never miss a buck
I walk around attitude 'cause I don't give a fuck
However you gotta get it get it without getting stuck
I'm witcha 'cause life ain't shit if you can't live it up, live it up

The next destination is to be the greatest heavyweight and undisputed
Due to dem other bitches to the back of the bus with nothing much to it
My millions my main concern fucka factions and hurting feelings
It's niggas that'll care just to kick it

With a real bitch gettin' real rich quick
Live it up to the fullest notch set up the plot
Life expect to see levels drop, it's on again and it don't stop
Anotha tantrum for crematin' mothafuckas in random

Leavin' none standin' keep da big willies hold 'em for grants
The money it cost to be boss is high my all time condition
To da day I die that's why I be the best for this position listen
Cleavage decorated wit ice flooded pieces

I live for drop top corneshes and new releases
Bouncin' in little islands I can't even pronounce
Way out laid out by da beach smokin' a whole fuckin' ounce
This nigga stay jiggie flashy my name ain't baby
It's Da B R A T, Miss Harris if you get nasty

My motto is make it all and never miss a buck
I walk around attitude 'cause I don't give a fuck
However you gotta get it get it without getting stuck
I'm witcha 'cause life ain't shit if you can't live it up, live it up

Yeah, So So Def in this mothafucka, uh
Chi-town in this mothafucka, uh
Atlanta in this mothafucka, uh
Chi-Lanta in this mothafucka, uh

JD on this mothafucka, uh
And it's Da Brat on this mothafucka, uh
So what you want mothafucka?

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Road Dawgs - Lyrics - Amil

Title: Road Dawgs
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Eve Jeffers, Anthony Dent, Shawntae Harris, Amil B. Whitehead

Lyric:
DJ Clue
(Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z

First Lady, check it out, uh yo
Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique
Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches

I stay sick wit'
Each [unverified] flow like liquid shit
Harder than the dick get
Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit'

One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick
Don't leave 'em nothing but a quick fix
Me and money makers be the first pick and
Do the dirt quick and

Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch
Only fuck wit' the raw you should know this
Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion
Scheme for cream, me and Amillion

Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back
Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar
Eve, like to cut you, make you holler
Play cuts for bucks and watch 'em pile up

You want more?
See me in the drop top it's on
Peach color pony head course
Player instinct, learned from my dogs

Save ya money baby, I'ma take you to the mall
And I buy you something small
Maybe something negligence
Cartier, came fast in small things

What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me
E V E, capitalize
Taking the shit, making it mine
Big niggas in the game that'll let us find

Put me up against anybody I shine
Taking my time for this line for line
Mad chart thugs wit' yours crime for crime
Real bitches keeping it raw, about time

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Crush shit before I even touch shit
Wit the princess cuts and shit
My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me
Haters, make you think you can fuck wit' me

This rap shit is like drugs to me
Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me
All Money Is Legal
Roca y'all know how we do

First class, all stretch out
Or, S-Class all sexed out
Got the cash, let's be out
Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out

Most niggas can't handle me
So I strictly fuck wit' family
Sports to death, ask Jigga
Don't I only deal wit a high class nigga?

It's a turn off if my cash bigger
Don't blame me, blame my last nigga
Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up
Started off wit a pair of V studs

I be wifey no pre-nups
Still ended up wit the SE what
Windows down, seats back
Can't catch me wit' a sweet track

Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match
Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh?
The only ones that had a chance
Was the ones wit' the cash advance

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

I tell 'em like this
Ain't to many mother fuckers bad as me
Bust at a nigga wit' a rhyme
Or a nine wit' a tragedy

When it cause catastrophes, will actually 'cause you to bleed
Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed
If a nigga proceed to step outta line, I'm a gradually
Fill his anatomy wit' bullet holes in his behind

I happen to be the type of bitch
Get a grudge I don't budge and shit
And look at what I did in life as a kid
Wit' thugs and pents

Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker
Wit' a scholarship
At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing
When I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold

Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on
Tryna get a smoke on
High, 'cause I have to get it
When you can never see me coming the Devil's Advocate

Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they draws
And fiending for more
Surrounded wit', diamonds around the wrist
Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit

And I ain't tryna quit
If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes
I prove you can't duplicate this
Attempt to and lose

This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two
Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement?
When I stepped in came wit' my feet in the pavement
Leave niggas in amazement

And guess what the ingravement say?
Capital B R A T was here and got paid all year
In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids
I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

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Rock With Me - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Rock With Me
Album: Instructions
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Dennis Lussier, Freddie Perren, Jermaine Dupri, Berry Gordy, Alphonso Mizell

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Lyric:
Uh, huh, uh East coast
(Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, huh, uh West coast
(Uh, huh, uh)

Down in the dirty
(Where?)
Dirty dirty
(Aha ha)
C'mon

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I rep the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)

Well, it started off on the avenue
When I came up with the name called the So Def crew
It was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets

I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat pumping out the steam
I used to play with it, now I stay with it, lay with it
And huh keep pumping out hits

'Cause can't nobody do it like we does
This side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs

That respect that knock, when they hear that knock
Y'all niggas think, I'm gon' stop
(Please)
Y'all won't see me on behind the scenes
But you can catch me at a money machine, Ching Ching

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I rep the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)

Kris Kross was the beginning of the linen and cars
Houses, hidden clubs, shutting down the bars
I was only 19 doing big big things
In the CP living the American dream

Then I signed X scape, first album 1.8
(Million)
New company, my shit looked great
But uh, me being the player that, I am, I couldn't stop
I just had to find me something else to take to the top

Something fly that'll catch your eye
Thats when I bumped into my little sister from the West side of Chi
Demo after demo we made
Got so funkdafied now we paid

Rap or R&B we ain't playing
We demand y'all respect this Afroman
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I rep the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)

In every flight there's turbulence and I had some
But I remained focused and kept dropping the bomb
'What should I do next? That was going through my head
Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge

Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner
We went in, came out, now everybody on 'em
Three albums later, everybody on 'em
Ain't a city you can go where the girls don't want 'em

Once again, I was thinking 'whats next for me?'
Then I got a big call from my homie Steve
He said hey, let throw something your way
It was none other than my brother they comparing to MJ

Girls can't stop screaming, three mill now
Everybody love him and his name is Bow Wow
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)

(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I rep the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)

See, I've been doing, what I'm doing for like 10 years man
Putting out fire man
You might remember sometimes Leather, Monica
(Aha, ha)

Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat, Xscape, Jagged Edge
(Ha, ha)
Kris Kross, Destiny's Child, and my little homeboy Bow Wow
Listen man, I never gonna stop

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The Problem Vs. The Hustla - Lyrics - Cassidy

Title: The Problem Vs. The Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Vince Dicola, Shatek King

Lyric:
Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight
You all about to witness one of the greatest battles
To ever go down in hip-hop
In this corner, I'd like to introduce Cassidy, the Problem
And in that corner is Cassidy, the Hustla

Battlers to the center of the ring
I want a nice clean battle I don't want you spittin'
None of that shit you was spittin', last week, last month
I want it off the top of the head

I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit
I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit
Touch mics let's go

I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome or your homeboy
I'm a threat see you should of left me alone, boy
I'm real to the chromosome, you a clone boy

Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome, boy
Probably got your baby mom number in my phone, boy
And if I'm hittin' the click, up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin' her 6 up

Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this is over, they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon' be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated

The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say, put on a beat
Only the strong prevail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perform hotel

Break it up, break it up
Battlers back to your corner

Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy
I need you to get in there hit 'em
With those punch lines, those metaphors

You gotta make sure your flow your delivery
You gotta make sure all that's on point
Hurt his feelings, bite his head off

Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man bodied
I'm the man you a bitch in a man's body
You a disgrace who wrote your shit? Mase?
Your album wasn't nothing like the shit on the mix tapes

First you was hustling bustin' them shells
Then you went commercial to get a couple of sells
That's what you got a couple of sells
And you probably wouldn't of sold loads if wasn't for Kels

Well you was crazy man with the punch line flow
But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go
Yo it don't get no better
You was smiling chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar

If you a star I'm a galaxy nigga
One verse'll merk all your personalities nigga
You garbage and ain't nothing trash about me
I'M the hustler muthafucker ask about me, ask about me pussy

Oh shit, break it up, break it up, back to your corners
This the last round, I want y'all to both spit eight bars a piece
No more than eight bars

Cassidy, the problem I want you to go first
Then Cassidy the Hustla I want you to go next
You ready? Get in

I got shit on lock, like I'm constipated you will get abominated
I ain't lyricist of the year but I was nominated
Where your strip at, you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for jigga

I'm a ladies man, chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put a slug in a nigga brat
Real funny I went gold but get money on the road
And I own a hundred percent of my publishing, nigga

Okay, okay, okay, that's it, that's it
Cassidy the hustler you ready?
It's your turn eight bars, let's go

You don't really want the drama nigga
You'll take more shots in your face then Madonna, nigga
You get ate I'm like Dahmer, nigga
You don't battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda, nigga

The best is me I got stripes like a referee
And coke comin' in on boats like a refugee
You should switch flow nigga your shit gold
When I drop I'ma shit more than your shit sold, nigga

That's it, that's it, it's over, it's over, we have a winner
The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world
Cassidy, the Hustla

Okay kid, what are you planning to do after this victory
I mean you know, I'ma keep getting money, keep hustling
Keep doing what I do and if you bastards doubt me

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New Brat In Town - Lyrics - Auteurs

Title: New Brat In Town
Artist: Auteurs
Composer(s): Luke Haines

Lyric:
New brat in town
New brat in town
Who's been found, counting aloud
When there's a new brat in town

Your precious things
You're precious dear
And a chat show host
Went and cut the throat
Of an off-shore engineer

Hey, hey, yeah yeah
Assumed a crucifix
Hey hey, yeah yeah
You are the prompter one

I'll give you half an hour, make a phone call
Pack a suitcase, break your fingers
Shut the door and don't be late
I give you half an hour

New brat in town
Got the bully boys out
And twenty pound of hate

She's an acrobatic kid
High-flyer as a child
Been eaten alive, time after time
You're doing fine

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