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Give It 2 You Lyrics
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Funkdafied (1994)
Give It 2 You (1995)
Unrestricted (2000)
[Featuring Jermaine Dupri]
Da Brat:
Hard times in the Funk
Intro: Jermaine Dupri
Yeah, So Funkdafied
So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat...on that ass
Chorus:
So, So, So Funkdafied
So, So, So Funkdafied
So, So, So Funkdafied
Verse 1:
Open up, open up
And let the funk flow in
From this nigga name J and his new found friend
I'm hittin switches like Eric on the solo creep
For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T.
Puttin the dip in your hip from right to left
It's the ghetto west bitch and I'm So So Def
Nigga that's my click
Nigga that's who I rolls with
And we kicks nothing but the fat(sh,sh,hhh)
Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic
with the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit
(Why?!)
Because we so funkdafied
(Why?!)
We make you move from side to side
Well, it's da G H da E T T O, nigga
Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby
So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin'
And freak this dest just like Ashford and Simpson
Chorus:
Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied
So, So, So funkdafied
So, So, So funkdafied
So, So, So Funkdafied
Verse 2:
Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me
And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me
It's like that and as a matter of fact
When it comes the Brat tat tat tat
I make your neck snap back
Meaning I got the hit that a get'cha bent
Tearing the roof off this mutha like Parliament
I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, damnit!
Brat your the funk Bandit and they can't handle it
I know
That's why I keep hittin'em with this grammer
Lettin' all ya'll know that I'm the real mama jama
Straight to the head like a chronic sack
I pass the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back
Wella sistas and fellas
It's time to get your groove on
I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move homes
Breaking these fools off proper like
It's S.O.S.O.D.E.F. dynamite
Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like Ralph K
And since this ain't no Honeymoon, I'm here to stay
And the way we comin' at cha
Baby we can't miss
There's a new tag team in town
Nigga, Whoomp, there it is
Chorus:
Cause I'm so, so, so Funkdafied
So, so, so funkdafied
So, so, so funkadfied
So, so, so funkadfied
So, so, so funkdafied
One for the money,
Two for the bass,
Three to get ya goin',
Cause Da Brat's in da place.
It's me, the O.G. funk bandit, whose that?,
Da B to da R-A-T and in fact,
If you ain't heard of me,
Take a seat, lay back and listen,
As I bust for your ass on this funkdafied mission,
Just kick off your shoes and relax your feet, thats right,
Party on down wit' Da Brat and her beat,
Now it goes like that and thats how it goes,
I'm gonna give it to all you negroes and hoes,
So listen up, make sure you listen up well,
And don't miss this sh~t cause this b~tch be bad as hell,
Truth of the matter is I splatta kids that talk sh~t,
In a gangsta's way that's how them fool's get dealt wit',
So want you wanna do b~tch, don't even trip,
Step up, step up, and I'm gonna bust your lip,
Now I know, that you know, that I know you don't want me to,
But keep on trippin' and I'm gonna give it to you, ya b~tch.
(chrous)
Brat is the fantastic, romantic, single-handed bandit, and damnit,
Don't get no betta', betta' it don't get no moe',
Than the flow that I flow for you negroes and hoes,
Devastating, captivating, elevating, as I,
Smooth operating and I love to get high,
Well nigga fire it up, say what? Nigga fire it up,
At your request I guess it's time for me to get f~cked up,
It goes one puff, two puff, three puff, four,
From the bottom to the top, top to bottom I go,
So now you know what I ain't and what I is,
It's the baddest new b~tch in this Hip-Hop biz,
O.G. is what I am,
A Brat is what I be,
Blunts are what I smoke,
And you can't see me,
So let it go, cause my sh~t is tight,
Take it how I give it and enjoy the ride.
Yeah, its like, its like that,
For da nine f~ckin' four, it's Da Brat and you don't know,
You betta ask some muthaf~ckin' body, lodi-dodi, I came to party,
B~tch!
Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri
Hey JD come and sing this duo with me boy, right here!
Word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real tho',
Sh~t, word up hey, word up hey, word up hey, for real yo
[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? (Can you tell me, baby)
Why? How? 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' since Funkdafied blew up
It's evident, shit I can't be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
Shine so bright in the wet U2
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them, him, her, and you shit
Frostbit, December Unrestricted
Drop dead, the cost is priceless
Due to the content I suggest you'll like this
1 - [Tyrese]
What do you like?
A whole lot of foreplay
Right before you get it started
What do you like?
Me on top
You on the bottom, tight body
What do you like?
Somebody that can make you say
Wow, know how to all night long
All night long, tell me
[Da Brat]
Whassup? The setting, a hot-ass club
And you still be sweating me
I don't see nothing wrong with giving a little love
But nigga just let me breathe
Damn, you cute as hell so let's switch the digits
Then I got to leave
And you can buy me a couple of drinks
But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed
And I like it when you keep your eyes on me
And I like it when you touch my privacy
And I like it sex and ecstasy
When the belt buckle loosen up, undress me
Already juiced up, that come naturally
Wax on and off so romantically
No woman can slow dance or throw down like I can
Ask if you curious to know what I like, man
Repeat 1
[Da Brat]
Let me tell you something
Well I start at the top of the list
With my pretty eyes, a cute nose and these fat ass lips
My medallion sit in the middle of my tits
It's hit after hit, shit sweet every sip
Down to the last drip drop, watch the hips rock
Color Me Bad, tick tock you don't stop
'Till the thick thighs, dick rise when I skip by
I ain't surprised I'm what'chu like nigga
Repeat 1 until fade
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