Текст песни Mind Blowin' - Da Brat
[Da
Brat]
Clap
your
hands
everybody
and
everybody
clap
your
hands
To
the
niggas
in
the
back
clap
your
hands
And
to
the
bitches
in
the
front
with
the
blunts
its
time
to
dance
So
get
your
ass
up
out
your
seats
And
get
down
to
the
sounds
of
the
B
R
A
T
Now
me
I
be
she
with
the
funk
Puttin'
the
Holyfield
beatin
on
the
ass
in
your
trunk
Now
as
the
rhythm
and
the
rhyme
connect
Its
like
asthma
motherf**kers
gasping
for
breath
'Cause
I'm
def
so
so
very
its
scary
Never
teary
and
what
I
kick
is
necessary
'Cause
bullshit
irritates
the
ear
That's
why
I'm
here
in
the
clear
have
no
fear
Don't
worry
'cause
everything
is
fine
Just
fire
me
up
and
watch
you
lose
your
mind
Chorus:
Man:
Mind
blowin'...
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
JD:
On
and
on
til
the
break
of
dawn
See
the
beats
don't
stop
til
the
early
morn
Man:
Mind
blowin'...
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
Brat:
Its
like
that
and
as
a
matter
of
fact
When
it
come
to
the
brat
tat
tat
tat
I'll
make
you
neck
snap
back
[Da
Brat]
My
shit
is
what
the
niggas
like
Gangsta
as
funk
is
all
we
write
Well
it
ain't
got
no
slang
if
it
ain't
got
no
funk
And
you
shit
ain't
shit
if
your
shit
don't
bump
Did
it
bump
nigga
you
know
what
you
bound
to
get
When
you
f**kin'
with
dat
shit
from
a
so
def
bitch
I
kick
shit
in
a
pitch
only
cheese
can
see
Pack
funk
like
sweeninin
pack
tallacy
Its
me
that
Brat
so
ease
on
back
And
let
me
slide
on
up
to
the
top
of
the
stack
Fron
the
westside
def
side
is
my
crew
Chant
a
wicked
verse
and
rip
your
neck
off
like
voodoo
My
shit
fly
shit
why
should
I
get
Mixed
in
a
shovel
with
these
other
bitches
Its
just
me
myself
my
blunts
and
my
click
Blowin'
yo
mind
with
some
gangsta
shit...
oh
yea
Chorus:
Man:
Mind
blowin'...
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
JD:
On
and
on
til
the
break
of
dawn
See
the
beats
don't
stop
til
the
early
morn
Man:
Mind
blowin'...
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
Brat:
Its
like
that
and
as
a
matter
of
fact
When
it
come
to
the
brat
tat
tat
tat
I'll
make
you
neck
snap
back
[Da
Brat]
Come
on
come
all
to
this
funkdafied
gathering
To
see
what
you
ain't
seen
or
go
where
you
ain't
been
Its
where
I
take
you
with
my
fantastic
tactics
Exciting
like
gymnastics
and
harder
than
mathematics
I
obliviate
the
mind
leaving
you
in
daze
for
days
F**ked
up
by
the
ways
I
play
shit
complicated
but
basic
I
ain't
nothing
to
f**k
with
and
you
gotsta
face
it
You
can't
trace
'cause
ain't
no
outline
you
can't
out
rhyme
You
can't
route
yours
like
I
route
mine
Energetical
funkadelical
made
for
the
radio
'Cause
stereo
where
ever
I
let
it
though
its
on
on
To
the
break
of
dawn
non
stop
shit
though
its
straight
to
your
dome
Don't
worry
'cause
everything
is
fine
I'm
fired
up
and
you
done
lost
your
mind
Chorus:
Man:
Mind
blowin'...
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
JD:
On
and
on
til
the
break
of
dawn
See
the
beats
don't
stop
til
the
early
morn
Man:
Mind
blowin'...
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
Brat:
Its
like
that
and
as
a
matter
of
fact
When
it
come
to
the
brat
tat
tat
tat
I'll
make
you
neck
snap
back
- Then
chorus
without
JD
and
Brat
- Then
chorus
without
Man
and
Brat
- Then
chorus
without
Man
and
JD
- Then
chorus
without
Man
and
Brat
- Then
chorus
without
Man
and
JD
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