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

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

Anuthatantrum Da Brat

When muthafuckas make promises and can't come through, 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

Fuck You da brat

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

Fuck You (Explicit Version) Da Brat

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

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'

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 (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

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

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

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

Just a Little Bit More da brat

pimple keep it simple enough Make em wonder what the fuck happened leavin em stuffed Get that ass kicked fast quick in a hurry You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that i was comin' Used to

Mind Blowin' (Album Version) Da Brat

like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back 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

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?

Ain't Got Time To Waste Da Brat

When I throw on that boostey You niggas can't stop slobbing I'm 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 I'm a chain billionaire

We Ready da brat

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!)

We Ready (Explicit Version) (Feat. JD & Lil Jon) Da Brat

[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!)

That’s What I’m Looking For da brat

You just walk in and say oh shit Bounce to this, come on Where my rag wearing soldiers at?

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

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,

Runnin Outta Time da brat

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

World Premier Da Brat

Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherfuckin

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?

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

Lyrical Molestation Da Brat

This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures A high rank nigga shop squat taker Maker

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

Who I Am Da Brat

Da Brat is in the fucking building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me (Oh yes! So So Def is in the building!)

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?)

Runnin' Out of Time Da Brat

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

Pink Lemonade (Feat. Debra Killings) Da Brat

its cool Chorus: say 2x [Da Brat] I'm weighed in at one tree five a big gulp size Seven eleven can't satisfy your appetite all night JD and I planned it to be dickable so its alright You can

Pink Lemonade da brat

its cool Chorus: say 2x [Da Brat] I'm weighed in at one tree five a big gulp size Seven eleven can't satisfy your appetite all night JD and I planned it to be dickable so its alright You can

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

Gotta Thing For You Da Brat

My dear, my dear, my dear, You do not know me But I know you very well So let me tell about Da Brat tatatat I'm light skin, redbone, Peanut butter complexion Very affectionate, very direct When I'm expressing

Ain't No Thang (Album Version) Da Brat

no thang, ain't no thang) For me to knock niggas out the box daily Get out, watch ya steps and the ol' bucksway Fire sixteen and we bust an oozy What side can we ride on, take off your sign or Fire tech

Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Wit (Album Version) Da Brat

I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin' but the funk...yoooooohoo i be da b-r-a-t the new lady wit dat shit ya can't fuck wit i be da b-r-a-t the new lady wit dat shit ya can't fuck wit Uh, fool

My Beliefs da brat

sexual in a second heffer You could never be no competition to me You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit Show you how it happened While we laughin', diggin' your ditch And you can get

Gushy Wushy Da Brat

bitch and I'm so so def it could get drastic don't fuck around and get ur ass kicked cuz I have never been faithfully uplasted [Chorus] Ima bout to bust all you motherfuckaz (just a lil) Don't

Chuch Da Brat

From my head to my stockings, I promise to rock this and keep it poppin. Ain't no stoppin me, naw, 'cause I'm on fire like a cigarette. Get higher when the beat quick nigga we hit.

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

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

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?)

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?]

Make It Happen Da Brat

This that sit, that sosodef shit, check it One to the Two, it ain't a thing for da brat to give it to you Three to the Four in ninety-six Brat hit your ass with a whole lot more Verse 1: Ay, when I step

All My Bitches da brat

high with me Cause i'm fly Obsessed with me Cause i'm shy No matter which whip i pick, And butt-kick your little buckets And leave your face with a disgusted look As you bite the dust I get them

All My Bitches (Explicit Version) Da Brat

high with me Cause i'm fly Obsessed with me Cause i'm shy No matter which whip i pick, And butt-kick your little buckets And leave your face with a disgusted look As you bite the dust I get them big things

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

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? (Can you tell me, baby) Why? How?