Da Brat I Was The One

You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips

Own chips own crib and I don’t need this shit here

You thought I was the one, to be dependin’ on you

I’m a independent woman, I’m sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises

That you never kept thought I would fail but you won’t ’cause

You thought I was the one, but you been proven false

The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

He, thought I was virgin Mary sweet as a nun

Wanted to marry me with hopes I’d carry his son

Or his daughter the thought I gotta stay out of the parties

Stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody

Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin’ but time

Misery loves company but it ain’t no friend of mine

I cooked and cleaned like a Hebrew slave, till I got blisters

A modern day Miss Celie, and he was my mister

But I woke up one day, started to get real slick

Called a couple of my friends with a few scenarios

Felt like a dance with the devil, didn’t like being happily

Married no more had to go real quick, ’cause it’s my time

And I done made up my mind Shawntae gotta leave you behind

And get my dough ’cause half of that’s mine

And my drow to help me the daughter sunshine

You thought I wouldn’t make it but I’m livin’ proof

Do on to others as you’d have motherfuckers do on to you

You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips

Own chips, own crib and I don’t need this shit here

You thought I was the one, to be dependin’ on you

I’m a independent woman, I’m sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises

That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won’t ’cause

You thought I was the one, but you been proven false

The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

She, was my ace boon coon in high, we grew up together

You fucked with her I’d fight you, and vice versa

From class to choir rehearsal, totin’ the bags

Slangin’ them sacks, and beat up all the hood rats

Rolling off with the richest niggas on the block

And bring they whips back, but things changed

When I started to rap, jealousy kicked in

She wouldn’t be my friend, she wasn’t even lookin’ out for me

Then, she didn’t even have time to call me on the phone

To say hello so good-bye, good-bye

You’ll never get apiece of my love again

Don’t try, my love is everlasting like Tony Terry

I’m very territorial and I’m over protective to niggas

I love, ’cause I respect them, but not this heffa

She took things in a different direction

I can’t protect her when it’s said and done, shit

I am not the one, I need loyal buddies, supportive of me

Roarin’ for me, breakin’ my trust can get ugly

So please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness

Learn it, as I stomp trough the trenches on this tedious journey

I’m so hot my feet burn, and you keep yearnin’

To be a part of my life but you done fucked it up permanently

Now it don’t concern me no more

You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips

Own chips, own crib and I don’t need this shit here

You thought I was the one, to be dependin’ on you

I’m a independent woman, I’m sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises

That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won’t ’cause

You thought I was the one, but you been proven false

The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

Sena I thought that I was the one

Sena I thought, you thought that I was the one

Thought I was the one

Thought I was the one, yeah

You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips

Own chips, own crib and I don’t need this shit here

You thought I was the one, to be dependin’ on you

I’m a independent woman, I’m sorry homie that you

You thought I was the one, to just settle for promises

That you never kept, thought I would fail but you won’t ’cause

You thought I was the one, but you been proven false

The truth is you lost, I pay the cost to do what ever I want, yeah

Da Brat Dirty B Side

B Side, B side, ha, check it

So, So Def Bad Boy collaboration

The Notorious BIG 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 Big 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 Big be seein’, I leave ’em peein’

In they draws, be’cause 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 nuthin’ 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 seventeen

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

Da Brat Chi Town

[Verse 1:]

Uh, any chance I get I’m on a plane

I book advance tickets and pay the fees with no complaints

In the summer its off the hook no time to waste

Just lie at the lake and I’m shoulder dry to the taste

Even though some niggas I grew up with hate

I keep a few good homies that try to stay outta jail

Tonio tell me what the bail is it’ll be there

And when you get out my coke tail here

The crack head deals in my daddy

And all he seem to dream about is bad ass habits

The gun shots scream loud

So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house

With the extended cord no night is boring

On the front porch even if its pouring

In the summer, winter, fall, or spring

I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing

[Chorus:]

Chi town chi town the city where I’m from

As a kid to who I become live to get what I want

Chi town the city with the best skylines

Born there that’s home there in my lifetime

Chicago show’em how we do

The best place some hate but they still come through

Chi town the city with the best skyline

Born there that’s home there in my lifetime

[Verse 2:]

The liquor store on every corner packed

The bus run twenty-fo and my stop Jackson

Fire hydrant busted time for action

Niggas come out like its the beach in Miami

The cops chase thiefs all through the alley and don’t stop

These niggas kill for rocks

If you can’t stand up for your spot don’t squat

Shop for a vacant lot or get shot

Cuz Chicago niggas don’t play them games

When it comes to slanging them thangs for the money mane

Fuck around and get short for the playas ball

And call don Juan to flash green on yall

The pimps got the hoes pinned up on the wall

Just pass me the blunt and I puff it all

In the summer, winter, fall, or spring

I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Don’t worry about what I do for my city

Some of yall run your mouth too much and what a pity

If you outside looking in, shit seem pretty

But its a lot of shit to do with bitch…I did it

I’m cold in the winter my mink track the flow

With the hat to match cadillacs in the snow

If its a block party the whole hood know

Niggas from 3 and 1st streets overcome the smoke

Its K Town times 22 next shine

Who label he on mine Westside nigga right

To my Southside niggas and my Eastside niggas

And my Northside niggas get high

We really don’t give a fuck what side you from

Just keep on hollering out Chi!!!

In the summer, winter, fall, or spring

I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing

[Chorus: say x2]

Da Brat Ball Game

Shut cho ass up girl, ha ha

Ya know, I bought me some diamonds

Show ’em what cha bought me

Ya know, I’ll show myself off, ya dig ha, ha, ha

They hate me, ya know they gon’ hate me, ha, ha, oh Lord

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

This chick here gets thicker each year

And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear

Mommie dearest keepin’ it clean and clear

My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear

We veer to the left, why

‘Cause that’s how So So Def ride

We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi

We leaves no traces, we just glide

Lay back and switch side to side

We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn

It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm

Well I’ll consider it, maybe show me ya tongue baby

And I’m sure that I could make it all gravy

All bases gotta be loaded

So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz or my Rover

Take me out and be my Casanova

Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks

I don’t care if I never get back

I’ma root, root, root for my home team

‘Cause we always win and it’s a shame

That it’s one, two, three strikes for you at the old ball game

Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it

Your chances of winning is lookin’ itty bitty so stop grinnin’

You just diggin’ a deeper ditch

You hidin’ in the dugout from the feature chick

I’ll put cha lights out, pitch fast or slow

Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on

Is goin’, goin’ gone

I’m Sammy Sosa on the vocals and white socks

And Afros are my accessories, worth a fortune

Please believe if ya checkin’ for me

I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Let me tell ya bout So So, you should thank me, I’m no joke

Like the Yankees I’m so funky, that it’s stankie

My wrist so chunky that people stare at it and be like naw

It can’t be but it is and it shall be forever more

J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough

You can’t help me if ya paper low

If you broke it’s unhealthy, we can’t grow

I’ma be on my own these days

If you don’t like it you can go away

Relocate, it’s okay, hit the pavement

I’m Chicago Cub’n it and Atlanta Brave’n it

This is my covenant, you can not invade it

And I cannot be faded

So try to just eradicate it from ya brain

Go get a job at the hot dog stand

I need big thangs boo, you don’t like that

I don’t give a fuck, fuck you

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs

Game right, hit cha a home run

Strike out a few times, it’s all good you gon’ learn something like that

Ya know what I’m sayin’ hit all three of them bases

And swing it on home baby So So Def style, Brat

Hardball, J to the D, ya dig

Da Brat High Come Down

[JD]

Yeah, yeah come on

(Baby you make my)

Yeah, yeah come on

Yeah, yeah come on

(Baby you make my)

Yeah, yeah come on

[Da Brat]

Each day I come in, it’s always somethin’

Don’t stress me, I’m paid like Phil Drummin

I pop like ten Crist’ies a day

In the spot like, I’m way past risquГ©

B-R-A-T hard and sexy

And you can’t get next to me baby

With a blunt in my hand shit is obsolete

I don’t wanna be fucked with when I cheat

It’s my smoking lye, how it’s supposed to be

You bitches could never get close to me

Hopefully you know not to blow my high

Impose in my zone extinguish my fire

It’s my desire to blaze it up

Mad cause I puff I don’t give a fuck

Don’t come around me with no negative shit

Step up, step up and I’mma bust your lip

Cause…

[Chorus]

Cause I don’t like to be fucked with when I’m high

(To the sky)

First thing you can do is make my high come down

(Down, down, down)

Ooh when you make my high come down

I don’t wanna be around you no more

[Da Brat]

Let’s space it out, my faith is out

When I get frustrated I take it out

On the optimo so break it out

Gun me vicariously till I choke me

Make no mistake about Miss Harris stakin’ out

Good cabbage lay it out

Gray for glycoma, rotten to Daytona

How to survive?

Get high all by your lonesome

Unless you want some company

I might pass the blunt but this bud’s for me

My concentration and know nothing else

I take my problems lay ’em on the shelf

Block all the calls then shut off the cell

It’s not absurd niggas get on my nerves

With bullshit too much for this bitch

Me and my spliff don’t wanna be fucked with

[Chorus]

Cause I don’t like to be fucked with when I’m high

(Too the sky)

First thing you can do is make my high come down

(Down, down, down)

Ooh when you make my high come down

I don’t wanna be around you no more

Usually, when I split my gun down the middle

Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute

For me to get to that place we love to go

I made this shit so you would know

[Da Brat]

When the ashes burn off

I get flashes on how you were turned off

And a big distraction

Don’t nobody wanna be agitated

Upset or annoyed, and aggravated

Masturbation ain’t stimulating as this

When it’s twist, put it up to my lips and hit

Don’t forget to puff, puff and pass

My blunt is stuffed up with chunks of hash

[Chorus]

Cause I don’t like to be fucked with when I’m high

(Too the sky)

First thing you can do is make my high come down

(Down, down, down)

Ooh when you make my high come down

I don’t wanna be around you no more, no more

Da Brat Sure Thing

[Greg Street]

Yo yo, it’s Da Brat, the B-R-A-T

Life After Death, the mixtape

Greg Street in the building

So So Def, ay, let’s go!

[Jermaine Dupri – echoing]

This is a, So So Def, world premier

A world, premier

So So Def, world premier

[Jermaine Dupri]

Maybe they don’t want it, hoes out on it

And we still party ’round they bitches 6 in the morning

Got my nigga back with me, uhh, kill a track with me

It’s that So So Def shizzy Brizzy-tat hit me

[Da Brat]

I got a nine in my pocket, I’m lyin

Got no more time for confinin behind cages ran by cocky caucausians

I’m cockin and aimin, shockin the game and, rockin Jermaine

Remain an unstoppable team, that shit ain’t changin

[Jermaine Dupri]

I’m the man but she the pro; doug E. Fresh, she “The Show”

I’m So So, she def, e’rybody know

about the musical molestation that takin place

Fuckin with us ain’t safe, we be killin niggaz

[Da Brat]

Murderous conclusions, I ain’t never heard of us losin

You must be out yo’ mind, delusion-al

to think we ain’t gon’ do our usu-al

So So, gets it, for years you witnessed it

And you can bet that never had to sweat that, bitches!

[Miguel]

If you be the cash, I’ll be the rubberband

You be the match, I will be your fuse – boom!

Painter baby you could be the muse

I’m the reporter baby you could be the news

Cause if you cigarette, then I’m the smoker

We raise the bet, cause you’re the joker

Truth though – you are the chalk

And I could be the blackboard, you can be the talk

And I can be the walk, yeah

[Chorus: Miguel]

Even when the sky comes fallin

Even when the sun don’t shine

I got faith in you and I

So put your pretty little hand in mine

Even when we’re down to the wire babe

Even when it’s do or die

We can do it baby simple and plain

Cause this love is a sure thang

[repeat 4X]

You can bet that, never gotta sweat that

[Miguel]

You could be the lover, I’ll be the fighter babe

If I’m the blunt, you could be the lighter babe

Fire it up! Writer baby you could be the quote

If I’m the lyric baby you could be the note – record that!

Saint, I’m a sinner; prize, I’m a winner

And it’s you, what can I do to deserve that

Paper baby, I’ll be the pen

Say that I’m the one, cause you are a ten

Real and not pretend!

[Chorus]

[Jermaine Dupri]

Wicked and strong, we got it goin on

I’m like, I’m like damn baby

So wicked and strong, and got it goin on

I’m like damn baby

[Miguel (J.D.)]

This here, between you and I, is simple as pie babe

(Yeah, simple as pie)

Such a sure thing (sure thing) such a sure thing (sure thing)

Such a sure thing (ha ha, la la, la-let’s go!)

[Chorus w/ Dupri talking over it]

Da Brat Ain’t Got Time To Waste

so so def

hey shortie

how we do

hey shorite

im all about that paper dough

can you see me

you know yeah

as the clock keep ticking tick, tick gotta keep my vision bleary,

im in a hurry to get this paper dont worry im a dough chaser im

still living my dreams wheather its hustling, shaking and shuffling niggas around im getting more greater and its the gang shit that i aint seen yet

and its the gang niggas i aint meet yet

even though i been to paris and london and rome, japan, africa, bagdad amesterdam brought back a phat sack

and im rolling dem joints chrome flashing sparkling like gucci colins when i throw on that boostey

you niggas cant stop slobbing im a pretty young thug and its hotter than ever

fucking it up so i get paid to do stuff never when this cheddar at stake

im a chain billionaire blow a couple of millon some cars so my family and homies can ride like stars

[chorus x2]

im all about the money i dont know about you i got places i wanna go and things i wanna do gotta whole lotta living to do be4 i die and i aint got time to waste

honey yeah yeah

now understand me cause its not complex im yung and resteless with one life to

live so i cash cheques

im individually wrapped liked a fresh twinke so if i cream in the middle

nigga licky, licky,licky licky become sponge bob absorb me up

cant just polish this i demolish the flow niggaz astonished when i spit when im pissed i let it flow i can afford me a bentley without having to forge a signature or getting a nigga to co sign with me

i get bored quickly so i saw on the g4 to cali for more sticky gravey life

come hop on this tour with me lets get faded for life

i used to save up cookies they are brown even

but i got rid of the whole box and i didnt even turn the loot in’ im shootin’its all cause of you lame ass butlers when i smirk if devils could talk mine would say fuck ya!

[chorus x2]

its so so def

how could the cans get droped

from the mansion to the high rise to the block we hot

i rock the white people the latinos and forgeiners

niggas cant see me when they cry i scratch out there corniers

im warning ya i was born a winner i scarecrowed off like that anna lotono

did right after she sang ‘home in the weares’ after the blizard thats when i came through with them frosted pieces was dripping like icicles

keep a few of dem precious VDSS next to my skin so with the best investment jems aint no second guessing its here

aint not question who the best is take a lesson from a bitch who is the goodie in years

never skooted in here got dem all in here

cause dirty money spin like clean money from da ATM dummy so when you done bummping your gumms theres a lot of dough to be made

you should get you sum before its too late

and you left wiv none

now its all bout the cash where ever it come from

nigga

[chorus x2 ]

honey if u hear me

Da Brat Mind Blowin’

[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 motherfuckers gasping for breath

Cuz I’m def so so very its scary

Never teary and what I kick is necessary

Cuz bullshit irritates the ear

That’s why I’m here in the clear have no fear

Don’t worry cuz 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 fuckin’ 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

Fucked up by the ways

I play shit complicated but basic

I ain’t nothing to fuck with and you gotsta face it

You can’t trace cuz ain’t no outline you can’t out rhyme

You can’t route yours like I route mine

Energetical funkadelical made for the radio

Cuz 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 cuz 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

[chorus without JD and Brat]

[chorus without Man and Brat]

[chorus without Man and JD]

[chorus without Man and Brat]

[chorus without Man and JD]

Da Brat Look At Me Now

[Greg Street]

Chi-Town to the A-Town

Worldwide, whattup to my girl Brat?

She’s back, Greg Street in the building

Life, After, Death

The B-R-A-T is the mixtape

Whattup Brat?

She’s on Twitter @only1brat

JDLTL online on Twitter

And it’s your boy Greg Street @djgregstreet

so you know what time it is

Global 14 Family, online at global14.com

Social networkers represent real big at So So Def

Greg Street’s in the building!

[Jermaine Dupri – echoing]

This is a, So So Def, world premier

A world, premier…

I got a big booty bitch, Rose’ bottles poppin

I ain’t gotta say nuttin wild, look at me

I make a muh’fucker stay watchin, stay watchin

Stay rockin – uhh, this shit right here should be a crime

Nigga ’round here tryin to do me

That’ll take you a whole lifetime, lifetime

Them pretty bitches love me (oh) I’m on my Chris Brown

Southside shawty, mayor of the A-Town

She suck it all night, all right, Heather Hunter

Prepare yo’self for a So So Def summer

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]

Look at me now, uhh; look at me now, ohh!

I stay gettin paper

Look at me now, ohh; look at me now, yeah

I’m fresher than a muh’fucker!

[Jermaine Dupri]

Now when I say fresh, I don’t mean Degree

Polo to the flo’, Mr. Dupri

You missin yo’ girl nigga come see me

She right up in my V.I.P.

Hunt her girl tryin to eat on me

My money go longer than Peachtree

Tryin to do the Dougie

and this bitch she talkin ’bout teach me

Man, hold up – heh heh

Look at all that ASS! Anyway

I don’t smoke, but if I did

I guess it’s time to puff, puff pass

Let’s go!

[Da Brat]

Well I’m feelin like a winner

Cause I’m free I ain’t gotta walk around as an inmate

And I been off the scene for a minute

But I’m back in the back and the fact is I’m GREAT!

Couldn’t wait for the parole board

to go on give me a release date, February 28th

Now I’m home on the phone, twenty-fo’

Tryin to capitalize and get mo’ dough, So So

I’m ’bout to take advantage of every opportunity I can manage

and do more damage than I have ever done

I’m capable of lyrically assassinatin a hater

I fascinate ’em for the hell of it I make it fun

You don’t wanna run up or don’t want us in the Hummer

with a hundred muh’fuckers, all Louisville sluggers

Ain’t na’ar a one of us no suckers

Ain’t na’ar a one of us no busters, or, hustlers

Yeah how I gotta get cause I gotta get it

while the gettin gettin good, lil’ engine that could

Came from the bottom with nuttin up out the hood

I ain’t fin’ ta let nuttin stop it, I wish I would

Even though I’m labelled a crimi-nal, I’m a better individu-al

Look at me now, feet on the ground

People around, supporters

Surround myself with the most important, I’m fortunate

I’m scorchin it; and for the record ain’t nobody better

I’m hotter than ever and I’m torchin this

Aesthetic to be recordin this, hypothetically and phonetic

when I’m at it, me at the mic married

like me and Mariah Carey, steadily stay ready

Heavily goin steady, happily ever after

Begin a new chapter, back at’cha

It’s the B to the R-A-T, nuff camera

[Chorus]

Da Brat That’s What I’m Looking For

Brat

Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh

Is that like flossin’ shit?

You just like walk in and so people say

“Oh shit, it’s him”

Bounce to this, come on

Where my rag wearing soldiers that

Love to watch the dough stack

Never leave the house without their strap

That’s what I’m looking for

They know just what a woman need

Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed

When it’s time to go down they ain’t scared to freak, shit

That’s what I’m looking for

Where my Rolley wearing thugs who

Claim they don’t love you

But any time you want something done, they do it

That’s what I’m looking for

The ball-all-night type

Frontin’, screamin’, thug life

That’s the type of nigga I like

That’s what I’m looking for

I get high, get mine

I like a thug in my life to get by

That’s why I spit shine the pussy

‘Til it get tight and fine

He push me over to the other side

If he act right he could hit it from behind

We can bump and grind all night ’till we reach a climax

Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat

Till you come back for more

Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it’s tight

You ain’t gotta tell me so

So Def is the way that I flow

Made to blow, pave the road

Unfadable, capable to save your hoe

Wherever I go, stack dough

I’m looking for a nigga roll, that ain’t broke

If it’s time to lick of shots he don’t choke

Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low

For the show stopper, this for the know nadas

Shit get mo’ hotter, nigga holla my name

They follow me when I drivin’ the range

And wait for me to finish performing backstage

Never have a nigga yawning

When they keep up with the shorty

Weed pumping as strong as me

Gotta be the ball-all-night type

I like it every minute when he charmin’ me

Where my rag wearing soldiers that

Love to watch the dough stack

Never leave the house without their strap

That’s what I’m looking for

They know just what a woman need

Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed

When it’s time to go down they ain’t scared to freak, shit

That’s what I’m looking for

Where my Rolley wearing thugs who

Claim they don’t love you

But any time you want something done, they do it

That’s what I’m looking for

The ball-all-night type

Frontin’, screamin’, thug life

That’s the type of nigga I like

That’s what I’m looking for

Stretch out your arms, flip out your wrists

Let me see what to hit for

I’m fixing to know if you can afford to cop

A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock

When we stepping in the door we killing ?em

Let the heads know we ain’t feeling them

Or affiliated with them

I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop

Niggas that wanna show off, don’t just stop

My soldier’s not having that

I’m looking for a thug that’ll kill for Brat

And make million dollar deals for Brat

And pay some of the bills for Brat

And just chill for Brat

Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin’ back? Nope

Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability

Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now

I can’t afford to sit down, get bored if

We got hits out nigga need big clout

Don’t crowd my space if we dip out

Running with some other nigga face he don’t trip out

Never leave the house without weed and a glock

Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box

And in the drawer when he find his underwear

I keep a fresh do rag in his hair

Where my rag wearing soldiers that

Love to watch the dough stack

Never leave the house without their strap

That’s what I’m looking for

They know just what a woman need

Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed

When it’s time to go down they ain’t scared to freak, shit

That’s what I’m looking for

Where my Rolley wearing thugs who

Claim they don’t love you

But any time you want something done, they do it

That’s what I’m looking for

The ball-all-night type

Frontin’, screamin’, thug life

That’s the type of nigga I like

That’s what I’m looking for

That’s what I’m looking for

That’s what I’m looking for

That’s what I’m looking for

That’s what I’m looking for