Da Brat - "Come and Get Some feat Mac Daddy of Kris Kross" lyrics
*** Complimentary Come and Get Some feat Mac Daddy of Kris Kross Ringtone ***
Get down... ain't no room to mess around
When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town
It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack
I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back
Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down)
Now (I know you love how my shit sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast
(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
Now (There I go there I go there I go)
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
When your in the mood to flow let me know
(Hook)
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some
To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
It be the crooked letta O double that once more
I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town
It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack
I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back
Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down)
Now (I know you love how my shit sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast
(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
Now (There I go there I go there I go)
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
When your in the mood to flow let me know
(Hook)
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some
To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
It be the crooked letta O double that once more
I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's
On, till I let them fools disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Off, tossed like a cloth
Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with
The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
(Hook)
Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
For so very long
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum
Saggin all dressed in black
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
To the microphone which I'm known to rock
Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
The macadocious A-town player the M-A-CTo the king that I may very be
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's
On, till I let them fools disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Off, tossed like a cloth
Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with
The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
(Hook)
Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
For so very long
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum
Saggin all dressed in black
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
To the microphone which I'm known to rock
Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
The macadocious A-town player the M-A-CTo the king that I may very be
*** Complimentary Come and Get Some feat Mac Daddy of Kris Kross Ringtone ***
Return to Da Brat Lyrics »
Official Da Brat Tablature & Sheet Music»
