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dirty b side - da brat lyrics

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b side, b side, ha, check it
so, so def bad boy collaboration
the notorious big 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 big 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 big be seein’, i leave ’em peein’
in they draws, be’cause 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 nuthin’ 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 seventeen

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

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