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