paroles de chanson Intro - Da Brat

Buckwild outrageous do what you feel like doin′
'Til a motherfucker know when you don′t feel like screwin'
I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound
Keep a motherfucker off you, keep your feet on the ground

Hey, fuck you if you can't go for that
And a double fuck you from Da Brat a tat tat
Let it all hang loose, never feelin′ afflicted
Go for what you want and it′s called, unrestricted

May the Lord be my witness
From the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted"
The K Town bitch too weak
In Chi villain they be killin' every mark in the district

Can y′all skill match it?
Right I kill Patrick from the six oh six fo' fo′
Got hit 'cause ya clip so slow
Motherfuckers can′t do shit with "So, so"

Shine like a twenty inch mo, mo
For the Navi' on top of them dub's
Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud
Now you talkin′ ′bout my gul

Terror for the millenium, straight fuckin up anyone
(Hah, anyone, shit)
Steady bust like a semi gun
Murderin' over any drum, comin′ out from the dark
Here to let you know here she come

Can't nobody do what I done
Niggaz and bitches think they run
Fin′ ta throw another one of my "Tantrums" redrum
And the six oh six fo' fo′ is where I'm from

Callin' on my nigga Twista to set this shit off
Two of the best motherfuckers on the West side
If I need to relieve stress I get high
This the introduction, unrestricted is how I bust in

Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a hoe
And niggaz can talk about me, all they want
′Cause I′ma bad bitch
And I'ma continue to be that, ′til I'm gone

Shit, baby girl you ain′t even gotta hurt 'em like that
Commit a murder like that
Let off like a ass kick and serve a hype track
Hit the world like volcano′s

Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin'
No wonder it's frightening
Hoe′s might as well not come out of hiding
Could you really be about to crush em′

Dustin 'em off like Hoffman and hush em′
Feel the repercussions of a girl
From a place where that gangsterin' and hustlin′
Ballin' and bustin′ so lie low

Dodge low from my Chi flow
We smokin' up five oh
And work thirty calories off like Tae Bo
In the middle of the function flossin'

With a grip no script but "Legit Ballin"
Better go on with the shit talkin′
I create corpses for caskets and coffins
Niggaz don′t want Twista to spit
I kick that Mobtastic shit
Duction for a raw and sometimes psychotic bitch

Oh, I'm the befo′, but Da Brat is the after
We pimpslap lame bitches just for the laughter
All or nothin', never a fraction
Yeah, you got it motherfuckin′ Millie Jackson
You bitches, you bitches