Da Brat - Hands In The Air lyrics

(Da Brat)
Niggas always watchin me (funky!)
But I want ´em to keep on watchin me
I ama keep give ´em sumthin to see (smokin!)

I always feel like
Somebody´s watchin me, watchin me
Could it be the way I am 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 f*ck I boast, boast & 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 am the best at this
Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
You´ve got to pay a bitch
Cause I be stayin rich
I aint quittin, quittin
Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin

(chorus)
Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas & 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 am never too tired
To get that paper, baby

(Da Brat)
If y´all want to 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 am back & my pants suntil
sag
It is automatic, they want to jump on my wagon,
wagon
I aint lackin lackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes
that fit fit
I am articulate & particulate on who I let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie
roll
Roll me smth to smoke smoke & 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 & to leave with you
Some of the ones run
I cannot control my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I come come
It is guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If niggas is askin who has thumpin, it is Brat Brat

(chorus)

(Mystikal)
I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on
the track
You can turn it down playa, we do not listen to that
The bass dont thump, we spit on crap
That beat aint tight nigga, that shit aint fat
Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back & I slap

I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it is at?(?)

Niggas say, "I love that f*ckin 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 & the hooks & 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 am fiddinta get
MAD!
I put ´em in the trash bag
Twist tie, put ´em out Monday & Wednesday
I kick ´em in they raggely ass
Take money from ´em & you know I better get
some
I know it aint fair
but I smoke with alligators & I wrestle with bears
Throw ya hands in the air
As high as you can, & leave them bitches there!

(chorus 2x, fade out)


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