da b side lyrics – da brat

b side, b side, ha check it, so so def
bad boy collaboration, the notorious b.i.g. in the house
we got da brat in the house and me
y’all know who i be, check it

i got that sh*t all you n*gg*s 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
f*cked around and made some sh*t you can’t f*ck with
they thought luck did it but it didn’t ’cause i’m back again
back with the b.i.g. and my new-found friend

sliding in from the front, never way behind
n*gg*s 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 sh*t, on top of all that, i’m so, so remarkable
flow to make you motherf*ckers know
ain’t an mc coming close to touch
b*tches i like to f*ck, guns i like to bust, so

lay on back, light up the blunts
as we give you motherf*ckers just what you want
lay on back, light up the blunts
as we give you motherf*ckers just what you want

i never knew, n*gg*s had a clue on who was the king of the street
more deep than a range rover jeep, guns under the seat
and my n*gg* just came home from work, release
cristal in my lap, chronic in the air

n*gg*, p*ss that sh*t like you just don’t care
yeah, you on my sh*t list, biggie burns spliffs
when i’m p*ssed, release the rolex from your wrist
n*gg*, no human being, korean or european

be seein’ what b.i.g. be seein’, i leave ’em peein’
in they draws because biggie smalls is far from weak
brat-tat-tat, please speak, n*gg* 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 f*ck with her you got to f*ck with me
and we’ll be rapping at your motherf*ckin’ eulogy, so

lay on back, light up the blunts
as we give you motherf*ckers just what you want
lay on back, light up the blunts
as we give you motherf*ckers just what you want

brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak

i got the funk in my pocket, sh*t stay locked down
the n*gg* you know who represent them platinum sounds
now baby biggie, i done heard that juicy
didn’t find nothin’ but truth in the hook b

you’re pledging to wreck with a notorious n*gg* 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 n*gg* jd i was the one, f*ck the rest

we funkdafied, kicking it live
robin leach teach a n*gg* 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

n*gg*, we comin’ m*ss, his pimpin’ *ss
his gl*ss is full of moet, the rolex is bar-bayed
parkade, b to the r a t
rolling off swoll on chrome 17

lay on back, light up the blunts
as we give you motherf*ckers just what you want
lay on back, light up the blunts
as we give you motherf*ckers 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 lyrics