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Tytuł: May da funk be wit'cha

  • Wykonawca: Da Brat
  • Wy¶wietleń: 229

  
   (Verse 1)
  Now back from the 6 o 6 4 4 full of indo
  Untypical is that bad ass ho
  B to the R to the A to the T
  Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me
  The city of C H I is where I'm from
  The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb
  And here I come steady breakin bustas off
  Up to bat is Da Brat and ain't a damn thing soft
  About me no doubt the B R A T
  Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's
  So funkdafied who can be this lady
  Brat westside bustin like a 380
  From the top of my head to the sole of my feet
  Broke down smoked out locced out is she
  That bitch that'll hit ya get ya
  And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha
  
  (Hook)
  Fall into the groove of the waxin
  Let my music take you high-e-i
  Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
  And move that body from side to side
  (Repeat)
  
  (Verse 2)
  A real fresh voice over top of low frequency
  Is the chain like connection between you and me
  Why? Cause I got that bump de de bump
  And baby you got them humps in your trunk
  So it's on (Shit)
  Lay back nigga we fin to ride
  I gotta get high I gotta get mine
  Baptized all up in this funky shit
  Fired up is that bitch that you just can't with
  I got what you need do you wanna fly?
  This is your brain on drugs and I
  Have been captured taken over by
  The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high
  It's like fire locked in my bones
  Get smoked the fuck out it's the funk bring it on (oh yeah)
  And that's how I hit ya
  And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha
  
  (Hook)
  
  (Verse 3)
  Hypnotized by a motherfucker puttin it down
  It's Da Brat watch your back when I'm in your town
  Cause I gotta be funky I gotta be me
  I gotta be that same bitch from the streets
  A woman of my clad
  Commin up with the motherfucking funk so I know my track
  Right, can you feel it do you hear what I hear
  Nothin but the funk bumpin up in your ear
  Double S-O definitely
  So locced out that it's just so s-o crazy
  Brat on that ass fallin back once more
  Getting filled on full with that shit from the ghetto
  You better ask somebody if you don't know
  I'm from Chicago and you can't fade this ho
  And that's how I get ya
  And when you bumpin up my shit nigga take the funk wit 'cha
  
  (Hook)