Lyrics Da B Side - The Notorious B.I.G. , Da Brat
B
side,
B
side,
ha
check
it,
So
So
Def
Bad
Boy
collaboration,
the
Notorious
B.I.G.
in
the
house
We
got
Da
Brat
in
the
house
and
me
Y'all
know
who
I
be,
check
it
I
got
that
shit
all
you
niggas
just
love
to
ride
to
Funk
for
your
trunk
is
what
I
provide
you
So
slide
through
your
hood
with
me
in
your
deck
Cause
your
correct
way
to
get
your
groove
on
flomps
And
I
paid
the
costs
to
be
the
boss
as
a
kid
Fucked
around
and
made
some
shit
you
can't
fuck
with
They
thought
luck
did
it
but
it
didn't
'cause
I'm
back
again
Back
with
the
B.I.G.
and
my
new-found
friend
Sliding
in
from
the
front,
never
way
behind
Niggas
wonder
how
I
came
with
this
style
of
mine
Remain
in
your
seats
as
I
release
the
clip
into
yo'
hip
Brat
and
Biggie
Smalls
Aw
shit,
on
top
of
all
that,
I'm
so,
so
remarkable
Flow
to
make
you
motherfuckers
know
Ain't
an
MC
coming
close
to
touch
Bitches
I
like
to
fuck,
guns
I
like
to
bust,
so
Lay
on
back,
light
up
the
blunts
As
we
give
you
motherfuckers
just
what
you
want
Lay
on
back,
light
up
the
blunts
As
we
give
you
motherfuckers
just
what
you
want
I
never
knew,
niggas
had
a
clue
on
who
was
the
king
of
the
street
More
deep
than
a
Range
Rover
jeep,
guns
under
the
seat
And
my
nigga
just
came
home
from
work,
release
Cristal
in
my
lap,
chronic
in
the
air
Nigga,
pass
that
shit
like
you
just
don't
care
Yeah,
you
on
my
shit
list,
Biggie
burns
spliffs
When
I'm
pissed,
release
the
Rolex
from
your
wrist
Nigga,
no
human
being,
Korean
or
European
Be
seein'
what
B.I.G.
be
seein',
I
leave
'em
peein'
In
they
draws
because
Biggie
Smalls
is
far
from
weak
Brat-tat-tat,
please
speak,
nigga
close
your
eyes
'Cause
you
already
see
the
Notorious
B
R
A
T
The
raw
combination,
the
destination
Number
one
tote
a
gun
with
no
hesitation
Live
with
the
funkdafied
cutie
pie
Gat
by
the
thigh,
the
Smalls
by
her
side
If
you
fuck
with
her
you
got
to
fuck
with
me
And
we'll
be
rapping
at
your
motherfuckin'
eulogy,
so
Lay
on
back,
light
up
the
blunts
As
we
give
you
motherfuckers
just
what
you
want
Lay
on
back,
light
up
the
blunts
As
we
give
you
motherfuckers
just
what
you
want
Brat-tat-tat-tat,
please
speak
I
got
the
funk
in
my
pocket,
shit
stay
locked
down
The
nigga
you
know
who
represent
them
platinum
sounds
Now
baby
Biggie,
I
done
heard
that
Juicy
Didn't
find
nothin'
but
truth
in
the
hook
B
You're
pledging
to
wreck
with
a
notorious
nigga
ready
to
die
Jump
in
the
Benz,
took
me
a
little
ride
Round
the
mountain,
broke
a
left,
hit
So
So
Def
And
told
the
nigga
JD
I
was
the
one,
fuck
the
rest
We
funkdafied,
kicking
it
live
Robin
Leach
teach
a
nigga
how
to
really
survive
Whether
it
be
track
or
blunt,
ain't
no
need
to
front
Got
what
you
need
and
I
take
everything
you
ever
wanted
Nigga,
we
comin'
mass,
his
pimpin'
ass
His
glass
is
full
of
Moet,
the
Rolex
is
bar-bayed
Parkade,
B
to
the
R
A
T
Rolling
off
swoll
on
chrome
17
Lay
on
back,
light
up
the
blunts
As
we
give
you
motherfuckers
just
what
you
want
Lay
on
back,
light
up
the
blunts
As
we
give
you
motherfuckers
just
what
you
want
Lay
back,
listen
to
the
B
side,
slide,
glide
Do
whatever
you
want,
get
out
your
lighters
We
be
the
rhyme
writers,
starters
from
the
heart
of
College
Park
New
York,
Chicago,
wherever
you
wanna
go
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1 Charlene
2 Who Can I Run To
3 Money Ain't a Thang
4 Da B Side
5 Tipsy (Radio Mix)
6 Like You
7 Where the Party At
8 Just Kickin' It
9 Funkdafied
10 Jump (Radio Edit)
11 My Boo (Radio Mix)
12 Live and Die for Hip Hop (with Aaliyah)
13 Welcome To Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast Radio Remix)
14 Never Scared (Radio Edit)
15 Damn! (Radio Edit)
16 Let's Get Married (Reception Remix)
17 I Think They Like Me (So So Def Remix)
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