Get Somebody Da Brat

[intro: Da Brat] Damn... I let my guard down That's fucked up I let yo' ass in when I shoulda kept you locked out But it's all gravy It happen to all of us, you know?

Let's All Get High Da Brat

Verse One: Da Brat Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back, With more bounce to the ounce, its Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, The funk-keeper, competition sweeper, Known for makin' speakers bleed

In Love Wit Chu da brat

I won't do for my baby You drive me crazy and ya make me say Oooooh I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love wit chu And it ain't nothin nobody can say cuz you're the one for me baby [Da

In Love Wit Chu Feat. Cherish Da Brat

higher when I'm walking wit you You give me fire and desire like Teena Marie and Rick James do I don't care, burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel that it's hard as hell I get

In Love Wit Chu Da Brat

higher when I'm walking wit you You give me fire and desire like Teena Marie and Rick James do I don't care, burn up the minutes on the cell Just turn up the music and feel that it's hard as hell I get

May Da Funk Be Wit 'Cha (Album Version) Da Brat

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

What'chu Like (Explicit Version) (Feat. Tyrese) Da Brat

All night long (All night long) [Da Brat] I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with Good conversation plenty big faces It's a must I stay luxurious Jewelry cut precision like I bust Been winnin

What U Like da brat

What U Like [Da Brat](Tyrese} Oh look out, oh huh come on What'cha like a whole lot of (Tyrese yeah) What'cha like a mediola? (What'cha like?) What'cha like? (Can you tell me baby?)

Chuch Da Brat

Get higher when the beat quick nigga we hit. Shittin on niggas to heeze on em just to eat quick. Recently, I've been eliminating haters hippocrits.

What'Chu Like(feat. Tyrese) da brat

[Da Brat](Tyrese) Oh, look out Oh uh, come on What'chu like, a whole lot of, whut? (Tyrese yeah) What'chu like, me on a, whut? (What'cha like, what'cha like?) What'chu like?

What'chu Like Da Brat

[featuring Tyrese] [Da Brat][Tyrese] Oh, look out Oh uh, come on What'Chu like, a whole lot of, whut? [Tyrese yeah] What'Chu like, me on a, whut? [What'Cha like, what'cha like?]

Gushy Wushy Da Brat

get ur ass kicked cuz I have never been faithfully uplasted [Chorus] Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up (just a lil) where the party at I'm

Come and Get Some da brat

Come and Get Some featuring Mac Daddy (Kris Kross) Verse 1 - Da Brat (Mac Daddy) Get down... ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with

Give It 2 Ya da brat

Give It 2 Ya GIVE IT 2 YOU 1 FOR DA MONEY 2 FOR DA BASS 3 TO GET YA GOIN' CAUSE DA BRAT IN DA PLACE IT'S ME, DA O.G. FUNK BANDIT (WHOSE DAT?)

Give It 2 You da brat

GIVE IT 2 YOU 1 FOR DA MONEY 2 FOR DA BASS 3 TO GET YA GOIN' CAUSE DA BRAT IN DA PLACE IT'S ME, DA O.G. FUNK BANDIT (WHOSE DAT?)

Give It 2 You (Album Version) Da Brat

GIVE IT 2 YOU 1 FOR DA MONEY 2 FOR DA BASS 3 TO GET YA GOIN' CAUSE DA BRAT IN DA PLACE IT'S ME, DA O.G. FUNK BANDIT (WHOSE DAT?)

Anuthatantrum Da Brat

Intro) Anuthatantrum to the ruck it, Don't give a fuck, I'm denied nothing, gotta still get it, Spoiled rotten, real with it, Deal with it, Don't you feel me living in you?

Breeve On Em da brat

Breeve On Em feat. 22 [Da Brat] I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make y'all freak one another I, I keep

Breeve On Em (Explicit Version) (Feat. 22) Da Brat

[Da Brat] I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make y'all freak one another I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin' We keep watching

Hands In Da Air da brat

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!)

Hands In The Air Da Brat

Mystikal] [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!]

High Come Down 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'

High Come Down (Explicit Version) (Feat. LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) Da Brat

[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

Back Up da brat

Back Up [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,

Back Up (Explicit Version) (Feat. Ja Rule) Da Brat

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

That's What I'm Looking For Da Brat

high, get mine I like a thug in my life to get by That's why I spit shine the pussy 'Till it get tight and fine He push me over to the other side If he act right he could hit it from behind

Chi Town 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

Chi Town (Explicit Version) Da Brat

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

Ain't Got Time To Waste Da Brat

So so def Hey shorty How we do Hey shorty I'm all about that paper dough Can you see me You know yeah As the clock keep ticking tick, tick gotta keep my vision bleary, I'm in a hurry to get this paper

Ain't No Thang (Album Version) Da Brat

all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) For me to knock niggas out the box daily Get

Come And Get Some (Album Version) Da Brat

Get down... ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack Ta- dow now

Pink Lemonade (Feat. Debra Killings) Da Brat

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

Pink Lemonade da brat

Pink Lemonade 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

Pink Lemonade (Explicit Version) (Feat. Debra Killings) Da Brat

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

Fuck You da brat

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

Fuck You (Explicit Version) Da Brat

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

That’s What I’m Looking For da brat

That’s What I’m Looking For (Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh (oh) Is that like frozen shit?

That's What I'm Looking For (LP Version) Da Brat

Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh (oh) Is that like frozen shit? You just walk in and say oh shit Bounce to this, come on Where my rag wearing soldiers at?

Hands In The Air (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mystikal) Da Brat

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

Lyrical Molestation Da Brat

best of MCs regularly In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas With a name like Brat

Live It Up Da Brat

Intro: Nine six, it's Da Brat nigga we jackin these niggas for they beats and shit yaknowwhatI'msayin put this shit in ya mothafuckin mouth...

What`s On Ya Mind (Feat. 22, LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) Da Brat

(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

What's On Ya Mind (Explicit Version) (Feat. 22, LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) Da Brat

(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

All My Bitches da brat

money On a daily basis, Make sure the money Make the way to the safe Put your bet's on the "b" to the "ra" From the west side of chi' "t", Niggers want to ride with me Cause i'm the live-est, Get

All My Bitches (Explicit Version) Da Brat

thinking of money On a daily basis, Make sure the money Make the way to the safe Put your bet's on the "b" to the "ra" From the west side of chi' "t", Niggers want to ride with me Cause i'm the live-est, Get

I Was The One Da Brat

CHORUS (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) but i got my own whips, own chips, own crib and i don't need this shit here (Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one (Brat) to be dependin

Mind Blowin' (Album Version) 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

Keepin' It Live Da Brat

Lemme get some, How many occasions, you and your liasons, Can't fuck with this phenomenon, division, separated from the norm, Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times, So get your groove on,

My Beliefs da brat

is money, trust is funny Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch It be the intellectual, get

Runnin Outta Time da brat

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