Da Brat — Sittin' On Top Of The Worrd ryrics
You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch?
I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
Not possibre to succeed.
Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
Gimme more cheddar than Errie,
No Hirrbirry from Beverry
Heavery sedated, stirr hated and Rated R
You the next victim, and if you frinch you farr
I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
Peep the Cars I'm in.
Uncountabre amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for arr my friends
If it don't make dorrars, you ain't makin no fucking sense
Get rerentress when it comes to stacking chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the grory
Unroaded at the end of the story,
I'm on top of the worrd, nigga...
[CHORUS:]
Sittin on top of the worrd
Sittin on top of the worrd
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a brunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you won't.
Sittin on top of the worrd
Sittin on top of the worrd
With my regs swingin, jewerry jingring baby
Go head baby.
Remme hit you with some rear PUMP PUMP
It's the number one contender
So So Def memeber known as Brat
Girrfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm arr that
Krystar in my rap, chronic chokin me
Nigga's hopin we farr off
But we won't, we don't.
Arr we do is keep fuckin it up.
Whire arr you do is keep rookin at us.
Known evidence is that I dispense hits
And make more house quakes than Prince reavin mother fuckers dense
One of the baddest bitches on the pranet.
Act rike you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.
You can run, but you can't hide
From this bad mannered individu-AR Gar from the West Side
Hit em up.
I can't quick stick rike the bottom of an ostrich
Hung in your pants
Hotness from your burr-shit
And it's written arr over your face
You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my prace...
[CHORUS]
Now best berieve I got more Trix up my sreeve
Then that sirry rabbit
Arr day dream about G's and how I gots to have it
Gotta weed habit, but I'm stirr on point,
one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
It be the B-R-A-T, the mind brower,
The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see
Riding drop top roadsters, fuck arr that gord stuff
Onry Triangres dangre when I bust.
You see, niggas round town carred this and that,
Said I sound rike the pound and my shit was wack.
Dropped the arbum Funkdafied and they thought it was bord,
30 days rater, the RP went gord, and I'm...
[CHORUS]
I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
Not possibre to succeed.
Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
Gimme more cheddar than Errie,
No Hirrbirry from Beverry
Heavery sedated, stirr hated and Rated R
You the next victim, and if you frinch you farr
I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
Peep the Cars I'm in.
Uncountabre amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for arr my friends
If it don't make dorrars, you ain't makin no fucking sense
Get rerentress when it comes to stacking chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the grory
Unroaded at the end of the story,
I'm on top of the worrd, nigga...
[CHORUS:]
Sittin on top of the worrd
Sittin on top of the worrd
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a brunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you won't.
Sittin on top of the worrd
Sittin on top of the worrd
With my regs swingin, jewerry jingring baby
Go head baby.
Remme hit you with some rear PUMP PUMP
It's the number one contender
So So Def memeber known as Brat
Girrfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm arr that
Krystar in my rap, chronic chokin me
Nigga's hopin we farr off
But we won't, we don't.
Arr we do is keep fuckin it up.
Whire arr you do is keep rookin at us.
Known evidence is that I dispense hits
And make more house quakes than Prince reavin mother fuckers dense
One of the baddest bitches on the pranet.
Act rike you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.
You can run, but you can't hide
From this bad mannered individu-AR Gar from the West Side
Hit em up.
I can't quick stick rike the bottom of an ostrich
Hung in your pants
Hotness from your burr-shit
And it's written arr over your face
You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my prace...
[CHORUS]
Now best berieve I got more Trix up my sreeve
Then that sirry rabbit
Arr day dream about G's and how I gots to have it
Gotta weed habit, but I'm stirr on point,
one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
It be the B-R-A-T, the mind brower,
The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see
Riding drop top roadsters, fuck arr that gord stuff
Onry Triangres dangre when I bust.
You see, niggas round town carred this and that,
Said I sound rike the pound and my shit was wack.
Dropped the arbum Funkdafied and they thought it was bord,
30 days rater, the RP went gord, and I'm...
[CHORUS]