[Da Brat]
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Niggas always watchin me (funky!)
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But I want em to keep on watchin me
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I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)
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I always feel like
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Somebody's watchin me, watchin me
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Could it be the way I'm still tight?
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Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
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The, whole world got too much money for me
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To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe
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Rock harder than the one from So-So
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I never go broke broke
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I keep comin with the vocals that make most know
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Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag
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Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?
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In fact, I knew how
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watch when I back the Coupe out
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Can niggas just troop out
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The same way they do when I show you Brat
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With a little bit of boobs out
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And her big ass protrude out
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Get the news out
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Some of you bitches lose out
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When the sexiness ooze out
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Like orgasms, I'm the best at this
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Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit
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If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
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You gotta pay a bitch
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Cause I be stayin rich
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I ain't quittin, quittin
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Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin
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[chorus]
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Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
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This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
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Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em
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And make em say, say
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Hands in the air, from side to side
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Forever im high, high
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Together we ride, ride
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I'm never too tired
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To get that paper, baby
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[Da Brat]
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If y'all wanna see me, see me
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Im give y'all somethin to look look at
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Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
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Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag
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It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
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I ain't lackin lackin on shit
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Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
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I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit
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And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll
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Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow
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Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
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See you when I shine, I glow, glow
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From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4
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And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me
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Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you
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Some of the ones run
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I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump
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Stay out the way when I come come
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It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
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And put a hump in ya back
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If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat
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[chorus]
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[Mystikal]
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I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
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You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that
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The bass dont thump, the snare don't clap,
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That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
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Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya slap
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I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
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Test it loud for the low kickin', slow and fast
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Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
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Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
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Still smoke a nigga under the table
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Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
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Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin
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Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
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And ya head out ya ass
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And keep ya nose out my buisness
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And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD!
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I put em in the trash bag
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Twist, tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday
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I kick em in they raggely ass
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Take money from em everytime I bet against 'em
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I know it ain't fair
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but I swim with alligators and I wrestle with bears
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Throw ya hands in the air
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As high as you can, and leave them bitches there
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Hands In The Air
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Da Brat |