Lyrics World Premiere (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Q Da Kid & M.O.P.) - Da Brat
Yo,
(ok)
kids
I
was
sittin
on
the
block
the
other
day
man
Some
fine
ass
girl
walked
by
And
she
was
lookin,
I'm
lookin
back
She
said
uh
"JD
I
love
those
20's
on
your
car"
I
said
I
beg
your
motherf**kin
pardon
Them
is
Michael
Jordan's
baby
She
gotta
understand
the
type
of
nigga
you
dealin
with
A
young,
fly,
flashy
So
So
Def
representer
The
biggest
thing
in
the
city
since
Martin
Luther
the
King
Uh,
holla
at
'em
Brooklyn
is
what
I'm
reppin
Disrespect
and
bullets
fly
in
your
direction
Ridin
shotgun
with
JD
I
got
so
so
connections
Locos
and
the
chrome
blows,
homie
not
to
mention
I
got
four
homes
that
I
own,
I'm
certified
pimpin
Cross
my
path,
shots
blast
instant
Extort
your
ass
the
kid
got
henchmens
The
whole
Brooklyn
for
instance
Red
dot,
ruthless,
head
shots
stop
you
from
thinkin
A
best
seller's
what
I'm
inkin
Another
Brooklyn
classic,
straight
acid,
keep
listenin
Twin
Desert
Eagles,
duck
when
I'm
twistin
'em
Rims
spin
on
sick
vehicles,
look
we
killin
'em
Manson
and
gas
my
adrenaline,
racin
fast
Switchin
four
lanes
with
weight
up
in
the
stash
I'm
livin
so
so
better
now,
the
so
so
dash
Is
what
I'm
sittin
on,
blowin
up
so
so
fast
Yeah,
uh
huh
Yo,
You
really
don't
wanna
get
hit
Hot
lid
when
I
empty
the
clip
Drop
kid
if
you
droppin
your
lip
Never
know
enough
about
but
I
talk
shit
You
must
wanna
eat
up
my
clit
Everything
we
ever
did
on
is
sick
We
don't
have
a
party,
we
rich
We
cut
it
up
with
anybody
we
with
And
I'm
the
main
one,
havin
to
fit
Can't
nobody
do
it
like
this
I
got
a
gat
by
the
side
like
my
man
Big
Stand
out
on
that
song
he
did
with
me
You
feelin
the
presence
of
So
So
Def
Rest
assure
we
gettin
the
money
Crush
your
label
there's
no
more
left
Just
fables
fictional
characters
I
Stay
away
from
those
who
Embellish
the
truth
and
LIE
I'm
kickin
the
same
shit
you
been
Used
to
since
"Funkdafied"
Let
your
mind
escape,
you
layed
Away
back
and
enjoy
the
RIDE
Yeah,
I'm
rollin
on
deuce
trays
Shoot
all
my
Tequila
straight
Catch
me
at
the
bar
of
the
bay
I
might
even
buy
you
a
little
drank
We
been
choppin
paper
for
years
Ain't
scared
of
you
niggaz
out
here
Some
of
ya'll
might
think
we
disappear
But
everytime
the
resurgence
is
clear
Yo,
yo
Brooklyn
has
to
be
two
of
the
illest
Felons
to
be
diluted
I
do
whatever,
to
foot
it
Like
I
wanna
do
it,
like
I
do
it
When
I
done
it
PUSSY
(PUSSY),
roll
like
caine
Just
rhymin
with
Benz
or
Present
with
the
Coupe-a
Drive
my
lifestyle
down
I'm
between
lines
and
my
new
slip
2003,
M.O.P.
nigga
you
see
My
fundamentals
of
a
street
life
nigga
Cuffin
her
hair,
have
it
over
left
Nothin
to
fear,
BIATCH!
Warriorz!
(WARRIORZ),
Come
out
and
play!
(COME
OUT
AND
PLAY)
From
the
dark
side,
where
we
reside,
we
die
for
(BK)
We
a
whole
different
breed
of
men
You
need
to
squeeze
us
in
We'll
get
in
where
we
fit
in
like
BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK
Still
rockin
what's
poppin,
you
still
lookin
shooken
We
a
long
way
from
the
day
when
you
overlook
Brooklyn
It's
like
lotto
Duke
the
way
we
represent
it
You
really
gotta
be
in
it
to
present
it,
you
get
it?
We
God!
Yeah,
you
see
this
shit
right?
You
know
what
I'm
sayin,
it's
So
So
Def
You
dig,
this
is
a
World
Premiere
JD,
this
is
a
World
Premiere
You
dig?
hahaha,
yeah
And
I'm
the
Brat
a
tat-tat-tat,
you
dig
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