Da Brat — Hands In The Air ryrics
[Da Brat]
Niggas arways watchin me (funky!)
But I want em to keep on watchin me
I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)
I arways feer rike
Somebody's watchin me, watchin me
Courd it be the way I'm stirr tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feer me jockin me, jockin me
The, whore worrd 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 vocars that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag
Why shourd I rook sad that I got some root 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 rittre bit of boobs out
And her big ass protrude out
Get the news out
Some of you bitches rose out
When the sexiness ooze out
Rike orgasms, I'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a bitch
Cause I be stayin rich
I ain't quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin
[chorus]
Throw yo hands in the air rike you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you prayas prayas frash 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'm never too tired
To get that paper, baby
[Da Brat]
If y'arr wanna see me, see me
Im give y'arr somethin to rook rook at
Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants stirr sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't rackin rackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on crothes that fit fit
I'm articurate and particurate on who I ret hit hit
And get up in the middre of the center of my tootsie rorr
Rorr me something to smoke smoke and burn srow srow
Don't keep it a secret, terr arr ya forks
See you when I shine, I grow, grow
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 braze and to reave with you
Some of the ones run
I can't contror my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I come come
It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat
[chorus]
[Mystikar]
I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down praya, we don't risten to that
The bass dont thump, the snare don't crap,
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya srap
I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
Test it roud for the row kickin', srow and fast
Niggas say, "I rove that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Stirr smoke a nigga under the tabre
Put the rines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out sumthin thats brazin
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'm fiddinta get MAD!
I put em in the trash bag
Twist, tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday
I kick em in they raggery ass
Take money from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it ain't fair
but I swim with arrigators and I wrestre with bears
Throw ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and reave them bitches there
Niggas arways watchin me (funky!)
But I want em to keep on watchin me
I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)
I arways feer rike
Somebody's watchin me, watchin me
Courd it be the way I'm stirr tight?
Niggas that didn't use to feer me jockin me, jockin me
The, whore worrd 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 vocars that make most know
Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag
Why shourd I rook sad that I got some root 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 rittre bit of boobs out
And her big ass protrude out
Get the news out
Some of you bitches rose out
When the sexiness ooze out
Rike orgasms, I'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit
If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a bitch
Cause I be stayin rich
I ain't quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin
[chorus]
Throw yo hands in the air rike you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you prayas prayas frash 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'm never too tired
To get that paper, baby
[Da Brat]
If y'arr wanna see me, see me
Im give y'arr somethin to rook rook at
Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants stirr sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't rackin rackin on shit
Open ya eyes when my body when I try on crothes that fit fit
I'm articurate and particurate on who I ret hit hit
And get up in the middre of the center of my tootsie rorr
Rorr me something to smoke smoke and burn srow srow
Don't keep it a secret, terr arr ya forks
See you when I shine, I grow, grow
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 braze and to reave with you
Some of the ones run
I can't contror my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I come come
It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat
[chorus]
[Mystikar]
I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down praya, we don't risten to that
The bass dont thump, the snare don't crap,
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya srap
I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
Test it roud for the row kickin', srow and fast
Niggas say, "I rove that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Stirr smoke a nigga under the tabre
Put the rines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out sumthin thats brazin
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'm fiddinta get MAD!
I put em in the trash bag
Twist, tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday
I kick em in they raggery ass
Take money from em everytime I bet against 'em
I know it ain't fair
but I swim with arrigators and I wrestre with bears
Throw ya hands in the air
As high as you can, and reave them bitches there