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da brat – come & get some lyrics

verse 1 – da brat (mac daddy)
get down… aint no room to mess around
when da brat-tat-tat-tats all up in your town
im in the front with a blunt never playing the back
its 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
1 time 2 times 3 times im
not that b-tch to be f-cked with or seen
cause puttin it down aint no thing b-tch you know the routine
either recite what i write or hold that -ss
cause aint 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 westside flow)
if you aint down you best to get down quick
cause aint another b-tch (like) this b-tch (right) sh-t

(hook)
when your in the mood to flow let me know
cause to me it aint no thing im always ready to go
so i know that you know that i know you gets none
but if you want some come and get some

(verse 2)
to be or not to be f-cked with is da brat with some gangsta sh-t
im 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 its
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 yall needs to quit
cause in 94 i be the wrong b-tch to f-ck with

(hook)

(verse 3 – mac daddy)
now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
the m-a-cs who i be kris kross is who i represent
for so very long
but this time im 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
im 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 im a fiend
to the microphone which im known to rock
bangin till the boogie end boogie time im 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

(hook)

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