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da brat – come and get some lyrics

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 n-gg- 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 sh-t sounds

so close your eyes as i mesmerize your mind
one time two times three times i’m
not that b-tch to be f-cked with or seen
’cause puttin’ it down ain’t no thing b-tch you know the routine
either recite what i write or hold that -ss
’cause ain’t no seeing this g be hitting your -ss 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 b-tch like this b-tch right sh-t

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 f-cked with is da brat with some gangsta sh-t
i’m cappin’ any n-gg- 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 -ss ho
how many b-tches do you that kick sh-t like this b-tch
no nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
as i bust sh-t n-gg-s can’t f-ck 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 n-gg-s get broke
off, tossed like a cloth
i gives a f-ck about what n-gg-s say how they walk how they talk
’cause to meet ’em y’all needs to quit
’cause in ’94 i be the wrong b-tch to f-ck 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 n-gg- with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs

leanin’ to the side peepin’ out the scene
n-gg-s on my d-ck ’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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