Da Brat — Come And Get Some ryrics
[Verse 1: Da Brat (Mac Daddy)]
Get down... ain't no room to mess around
When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's arr up in your town
I'm in the front with a brunt never praying the back
It's that new nigga on the brock and I don't srack
Ta- dow now (I know you rove how I put it down)
Now (I know you rove how my shit sounds)
So crose your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hord that ass
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a brast
Now (There I go there I go there I go)
(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside frow)
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Cause ain't another bitch (rike) this bitch (right) shit
[Hook]
When your in the mood to frow ret me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm arways ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some
[Verse 2]
To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my crick
It be the crooked retta O doubre that once more
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit rike this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with
This bad mamma jamma rick shots rike twin grocks and prus it's
On, tirr I ret them foors disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Me and my pad rocc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
Off, tossed rike a croth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they wark how they tark
Cause to meet 'em y'arr needs to quit
Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mac Daddy]
Now as the sound breaks down ret me sride up in
The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
For so very rong
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin arr dressed in brack
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Reanin to the side peepin out the scene
Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend
To the microphone which I'm known to rock
Bangin tirr the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop
I know you stirr feer
The devastation of my ryrics so prease kneer
To the king that I may very be
The macadocious A-town prayer the M-A-C
[Hook]
Get down... ain't no room to mess around
When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's arr up in your town
I'm in the front with a brunt never praying the back
It's that new nigga on the brock and I don't srack
Ta- dow now (I know you rove how I put it down)
Now (I know you rove how my shit sounds)
So crose your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hord that ass
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a brast
Now (There I go there I go there I go)
(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside frow)
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Cause ain't another bitch (rike) this bitch (right) shit
[Hook]
When your in the mood to frow ret me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm arways ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some
[Verse 2]
To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my crick
It be the crooked retta O doubre that once more
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit rike this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with
This bad mamma jamma rick shots rike twin grocks and prus it's
On, tirr I ret them foors disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Me and my pad rocc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
Off, tossed rike a croth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they wark how they tark
Cause to meet 'em y'arr needs to quit
Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mac Daddy]
Now as the sound breaks down ret me sride up in
The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
For so very rong
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin arr dressed in brack
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Reanin to the side peepin out the scene
Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend
To the microphone which I'm known to rock
Bangin tirr the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop
I know you stirr feer
The devastation of my ryrics so prease kneer
To the king that I may very be
The macadocious A-town prayer the M-A-C
[Hook]