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1. _ Intro
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2. _ Pink Lemonade
F/ debra killings
Chorus:
Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh)
It taste best with you
Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade
[da brat]
If ya thirstay i could possibly slide down your throat
If you work may let's say we skip the foreplay
Picture me kicking in the doorway to set off the storay
Neglig
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3. _ At The Club
{interlude}
[girl]
Yo i'm happy we got to go out tonight
And shit you know it's kinda crackin' up in here
[guy]
Hmm no doubt boo ya know
I'm try-na treat my baby right
[girl]
Word we gonna spend a little time and shit
[guy]
Definitely, definitely
[girl]
I'm feelin' that, i'm feelin' that
[guy]
Oh shit there go da brat
[girl]
Oh shit? what you mean oh shit?
[guy]
You what'cha talk- why you always try-na blow something out of proportion?
Yo just shut the fuck up and drink man
[girl]
Hold up, hold up you wanna see me blow some shit out of proportion
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout oh shit! what the fuck is you lookin' over there for?
[guy]
Ay yo whatever man
[girl]
Yo that's my word, if you look over there one more fucking time,
I'mma smack the shit outta you yo!
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4. _ A Word From.. (interlude)
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5. _ Breeve On Em
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6. _ 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 risqu
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7. _ Back Up
Featuring ja rule
[da brat] (jd)
This a test
(bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
This ain't no test
(bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
It's the real shit
(bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
(bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
Yeah
(bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh
(bounce) uh-oh (bounce)
[da brat] (jd)
If you can feel it in your back (baby)
It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' brat (baby)
In the corner passing blunts, sippin' yack (baby)
And if you must play the game
Then gamble the stake's raised
Take baby to vegas i need the paper
My flesh burnin'
Niggas got me under surveillance their necks turnin'
I'm an international playa, close observation
The best policy is to stay in y'all faces
The bad seed, i get niggas like i breath it's easy
Been through niggas lyin' and cheatin' with bitches that's sleazy
None of it's worth repeatin'
If you flash money, spend that money or you can beat it
I'mma star now, so it wasn't really shit for me to get shot down
Spit illicit, unrestricted game, i'm independent
Open the door to the bank but g's spent this
1 - if you out here doing things
You're a honey getting money
Playin' all of these fellas like dummies
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(tell them they better back up)
(playa, playa back up)
If you out here doing things
(doin' doin' thangs)
You're a playa getting money
Spending none on none of these hoes
Make all the right moves when it comes to the game
(tell 'em they better back up)
(shorty, shorty back up)
[ja rule]
For the first time i can see my lifeline
And you're ahead of me
Thank god hard to imagine me
But lord why me?
I'm the bad spirit that tortures the souls of the nearest
Untouched pussy, what'chu want with me?
Been through lesbianage, menage et tois
Been even synonymous to hoes that floss and trick their dough
If you livin' it, my life
You live it as limited
Cause too many worlds collide the killer degenerate
I'll die in it
As long as i keep my guns burn
And brat pushin' the verge
And the crack isn't german
Listen ja bring the heat catching niggas on their third wind
We supply the pressure (baby!)
Shit it'll never end try to get out
But baby you're locked in
My world sip hen and suffer from sin
I'm sickening like heroin
Ja rule the veteran, true with you
But baby girl if you
Repeat 1
[da brat]
A girl like me need a lot
So i proceed to plot
And continue to add pieces to the rock collection that i got
Shine on y'all light up the whole block
I'm causing on ja
[ja rule]
Shit on a nigga like me you need a lot
Coming with game, what'chu got
It's murda, if you don't get shot
I clicky-clack on those pot post up on niggas
Fuck y'all bitches
[da brat]
Shit fuck y'all niggas, you can't live without pussy
Be disrespectful and get no more nookie
Most of these hoes check y'all cause niggas ain't shit
[ja rule]
Y'all dismissed and y'all know
Bitches ain't shit
But live with it if the dick don't fit
[da brat]
Get it or quit it
And acquaint shaunte with your money
I gotta get it
Repeat 1 till end w/ da brat ad-libs
[da brat]
All i'm saying is do thangs
Ya know what i'm saying
Make the right moves
Ya know what i'm saying
Man, woman, boy, or girl
Pimp, prostitute, he-heh
Do thangs to get that loot
Ya know what i'm saying
Tell 'em to back up
Cause it's the da brat
So, so
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8. _ We Ready
[da brat] (jd)
Come on then, shit
(so give it to 'em, whoa!)
Lay your head back (whoa!)
Lay it on me (whoa! whoa!)
And for the money (yeah whoa!)
You can lay that shit on me too (whoa!)
But for now let's talk about riding
Yeah i'm saying it's like this
(brat where are you at?)
[da brat]
You know its so so def
Cause i'm the b to the r-a
T the most eligible bitch today
And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me
They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep
I got two twelve's that bump from wall to wall
So loud that he headlights blink on and off
I laugh when people watch i don't stop i shine
It's attractive to motherfuckers that love to grind
I sparkle from the rims to the chain to the watch
To the rings to the ears to the wrists to the glocks
To the parts in the braids
Shorties that stop to watch throw on the shades
Cause da brat got gleam for days
Sunroof open let the sun shine in
Baking the fuck out of me and all my friends
In the backseat, stay in the front
Ain't no room in the trunk
Just a devastating woofer that bump
You know!
[jd & da brat]
So so def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With da b-r-a-t
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (we ready!)
[da brat]
Uh i keep the windows down
So when i hit the stoplight
All the niggas standing around spot what they like
They shoot me the 'come here' finger
But the music's so loud i just smile
And act like i don't see 'em
I've done had one or too many shots of tequila
But when it's set to crunk i need my liquor
Loud and rowdy naturally
Pull up to my truck and smile
But you ain't proud of me
I left you in the rearview with a look of disgust
And a mad mug cause your windows almost bust
I can't fathom the thought of my seats not rumbling
And people catching whiplash when i past in front of 'em
I'm flashy and i don't care if you know
>from the c to the h-i-c-a-g-o
I'm fresh to death no matter how i'm dressed
It's even hard for the cops to put me under arrest
Irresistibly huggable and lovable when
I gotta wiggle myself out of the trouble i get in
I'm da brat officer he turned and laughed
And said stop disturbing and got an autograph
[jd & da brat]
So so def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With da b-r-a-t
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (we ready!)
[da brat]
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lots of niggas hear the sound now they flagging me down
Get attention when i drive by cause i'm so fly
Shorty the pimp represent the west side of chi
Know the haters watching
I love making 'em sick
I tear the roof off this mother like parliament
People ride with me just to feel the bass in their chest
And be reminded of how it sounds so so def
[jd]
See what we do other niggas can't
That's why for ten long years
I've been making 'em dance
You know?
Me and da brat it's family boy
Ya know?
We ain't never gon' break down
For y'all hatin' ass niggas
We gon keep on and keep on
Ya heard? (we ready!)
[jd & da brat]
So so def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With da b-r-a-t
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (we ready!)
So so def is the place and we
Ain't never gon stop
With da b-r-a-t
We gon keep this bitch on lock
We the best at what we do
Getting paper making all the moves
And anybody that wants some
Nigga we ready for you (we ready!)
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9. _ 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 2x
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10. _ Hands In Da Air
(da brat)
Niggas always watchin me (funky!)
But i want em to keep on watchin me
I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)
I always feel like
Somebody's watchin me, watchin me
Could it be the way i'm still tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
The, whole world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe
Rock harder than the one from so-so
I never go broke broke
I keep comin with the vocals that make most know
Why the fuck i boast, boast and brag
Why should i look sad that i got some loot now?
In fact, i knew how
Watch when i back the coupe out
Can niggas just troop out
The same way they do when i show you brat
With a little bit of boobs out
And her big ass protrude out
Get the news out
Some of you bitches lose out
When the sexiness ooze out
Like orgasms, i'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums when i move into makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a bitch
Cause i be stayin rich
I ain't quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin
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Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em
And make em say, say
Hands in the air, from side to side
Forever im high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired
To get that paper, baby
(da brat)
If y'all wanna see me, see me
Im give y'all somethin to look look at
Make a nigga neck turn turn for brat
Burn burn these hoes cuz i'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when i try on clothes that fit fit
I'm articulate and particulate on who i let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll
Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow
Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
See you when i shine, i glow, glow
From the c-h-i-c-a-go, 6-0-6-4-4
And i trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me
Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you
Some of the ones run
I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when i come come
It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's brat brat
(chorus)
(mystikal)
I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that
The bass dont thump, we spit on crap
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime that shit come out, i toss it back and i slap
I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
(?)test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)
Niggas say, "i love that fuckin shit ya did wit da brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still smoke a nigga under the table
Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
And ya head out ya ass
And keep ya nose out my buisness
And i mean it, goddammit, cuz i'm fiddinta get mad!
I put em in the trash bag
Twist tie, put em out monday and wednesday
I kick em in they raggely ass
Take money from em and you know i better get some
I know it ain't fair
But i smoke with alligators and i wrestle with bears
Throw ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!
(chorus 2x, fade out)
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11. _ Fuck You
Uh, uh, uh
I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck
It's ain't my fault if he looking
You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause
Every time i come near
All he do is stare
And i can see it in his eyes that he wants some
He know what's in the prize, it's red rum
To any of these hoes that come
Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies
And all i do is stack the paper
Just in case i run into some complications
I'm set for life, never in debt
And you frustrated when i get all the niggas' attention
You fall off
Guess you was born to make the coffee for us
Writing bitches with a higher position
Da brat talk niggas listen
Go get a nine to five
Cause you can't keep up with the shit i cook up
I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause i'm the shit and i know you mad
But i don't give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch i'm here to stay
And i don't give a fuck, you
And i'mma make sure that my niggas lookin'
Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition
I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky
And i love it when y'all wanna get at me
And make me think my shit don't stink
Evidently you ain't satisfied at home
She ain't got no style of her own
No body of her own
Not roaming in the v12
You turned on because i bought it myself
What other bitch do you know like this?
That's tight as a hot curl
Known to rock worlds
Once i'm spotted you will probably drop your girl
My intimidation to niggas is challenging to 'em
He fiending to get in my vicky's secrets
And underneath my girbaud and my boxer shorts
I rock ice burg sports and da brat prints of all sorts
Interesting to you cause i got some dough
You thinkin' if you and me get together
You'll never go broke
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause i'm the shit and i know you mad
But i don't give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch i'm here to stay
And i don't give a fuck, you
Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me
Like he really wanna drop ya bad
Cause i'm the shit and i know you mad
But i don't give a fuck, you
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine
And ya really wanna stop me bad
But fix your face bitch i'm here to stay
And i don't give a fuck, you
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12. _ What's On Ya Mind?
F/ 22, latocha scott, trey lorenz
Ay homie
Ay yo
Shit wassup with you
What...i make ya horny huh (giggle)
I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit
You act like you want some nigga.....do you?
(da brat)
Di di di da di di di da di day
I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way
Day to day you think of me
Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me
The dj keep spinnin' the hot records
Make the whole table go crazy the first second
Third i'm ready and able to hit the middle
Under that disco ball so i could shake a little
This shit for yall who dance with me
Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically
Don't get carried away with it
I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it
Insatiably, when i cum i do it patiently
Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me
You been chasing me for the longest time
Like billy joel so please tell me what's on ya mind..nigga
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Homie, you act like you want some
Now tell me, do i do i make ya horny huh
All up on me having a good time
I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind mind (say 2x)
(da brat)
I put my hands on the back of your fade
And we danced till the crack of dawn came
To the sun raise up its on
Still got stamina to take you home
Brat the damager managed to handle any position handed to her
You wanna fuck with the funk bandit
Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my cleavage you can't stand it
And you ain't even believing you dancing with brat
And making eye contact
Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally
Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say to me
That you feel horny cuz i wanna know
If you want some of this i wish you tell me so
Cuz if i let you touch me i must want you to go
Home with me be alond with me to get some mo'
Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind
And even though i'm tipsy i wanna know what's on ya mind
Chorus: say 2x
(22)
Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective
No chick can neglect this
Just listen when i stress this
The bitch was breathless
Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws
Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar
Uh huh wassup shorty
Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie
Thug love homie brat put you up on pink lemonade
That's why i don't attract rats with my serinades
Stack off plubicades
Lack when it comes to brains
More than 2 women i'mma stack'em then play the game
Rack'em they love my name 22
Cuz they figure amongst themselves can i really enject 2
With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie screaming
Everything is mine while i'm grinding the pussy
Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me
I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh
Chorus: say 4x
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13. _ Leave Me Alone
[interlude]
[da brat]
Yo, dont be talkin' to me about no motherfuckin' problems.
Don't be talkin' to me about shit i don't wanna argue.
I don't wanna do shit, i just want a motherfuckin' smoke.
When i'm smokin don't fuck with me.
See what i'm sayin i don't need this shit.
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14. _ Runnin Outta Time
[kelly price]
Hmm, wonderin' where you been, baby, baby
I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(i wanna know, i wanna know)
We've been runnin' out of time
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
(you've been runnin' around creepin' and pimpin' baby)
I've been sittin' home alone at night
I've been cryin' (oh)
We've been runnin' out of time
(oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey)
Tired of your lying
[da brat]
Uh, uh
Really though how much time you think i got?
The clock is ticking, it's ticking away
You're slippin' away fucking the honeys on the block stop
Cause if i gotta drop kick a ho, i'll kill her fa'sure
Let's stick around till the murderer curse
How you gonna creep with me and sleep with her?
At the moment in time, my vision must have been blurred
Cause i ain't think you deserve to lose the nerve for fools
Shit people were saying was absurd to me
But i certainly never thought you would take it to the degree
Of hurtin' me, purposely
We were supposed to be husband and wife
So i dedicated myself to you
Why? so you could keep a chick on the side
Cause if i sneak a dick on the side you lookin' to die
And booking me a ticket to chi cause you choose to lie
I need a nigga with an attitude, maturative mind
Give me gratitude when i'm giving him shine
No matter who the bastard was i was passed his love
But he never ran fast enough
I'm a master at the craft cause i roll with some master thugs
Laughin' as i pass you up
Should've told me that you wanted to get ass and fuck
I would've set it up so we all had some fun
You assist to get around
I'll be the aid and assist you to get out
Thank them hoes cause you're shit out of luck
And i don't regret what i spit out and bust
I'm sick and tired of you, us
I'm tired of sittin', cryin' and being alone
Nigga if you want to roam the streets then just let me be
There's a whole gang of niggas that wanna hit my sheets
[kelly price]
I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(come on baby yeah)
We've been runnin' out of time
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
(i've been yeah)
I've been sittin' home alone at night
I've been cryin'
(not gonna cry no more, baby no)
We've been runnin' out of time
Tired of your lying
(yeah you've been lying, lying baby)
[da brat]
Shit all i ever did was wait and look out the window
And smoke me some endo
It drove me to drinkin' and getting bent mo'
Gave myself 100% more time to think
Was love designed to stink?
Repeatedly you lied to me
Told you to confide in me
Ain't nothin' them other hoes could do
Cause i molded you
To fit properly was inside of me
When you're strokin' them
You're thinkin' of riding me
And most of them hopin' to slide with me
Cause i'm a ferocious hoe
When it comes to freaky shit the dopest
You had to blow this
It's all out of proportion and lost your focus
Wasting my time cause i'm just getting older
You're the reason i keep a chip on my shoulder
44 in the holster bulletproof vest under my clothes
I'm supposed to trust you
Every time i leave town i bust you, fuck you
The moaning and groaning
Led me to the pillow where you laid you head
Felt like i'd rather be dead instead
Went ahead followed the sound through the hallway
You said you'd always be true
But the neighbors say the bitch was there all day with you
That's why you ain't answered when i was paging you
I hit the door, you duck and dove
She tried to find her clothes
Y'all was dodging bullets holes together
You gonna stay with that broke hefer
You know who the so so defest is
I ain't gotta show a motherfucker breastesses
To keep 'em interested in
You better recognize the good investment
>from the west side of chi nigga
[kelly price]
(i've been)
I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(said i've been wonderin' where you've been)
(wonderin' where you've been)
We've been runnin' out of time
(we've been runnin', runnin' out of time)
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
(cause i'm tired of lies baby)
I've been sittin' home alone at night
(don't wanna be alone)
I've been cryin'
(don't wanna be alone, no, no)
We've been runnin' out of time
Tired of your lying (yeah)
[kelly price] (da brat)
(2000)
I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin'
(ap hit me on the trizzack, deuce, deuce ya know?)
We've been runnin' out of time
Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin'
I've been sittin' home alone at night
I've been cryin'
We've been runnin' out of time
Tired of your lying
You're outta time, you're outta time, you're outta time
(whoo! and i'm running out of breath)
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