[1 - JD] For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard All you Range Roves, it's nothing [Da Brat] So put jams in the tens and pent Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing [JD] For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it's nothing [Da Brat] For me to lose a G and bet back three And let it stack, you know me [JD] It's nothing [JD] Flat shows, up all gold to watch This for show, I connect all the dots Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen Been where I been, do you even think about Coming hotter than You could find me at the T top, C T gray Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY! I make that, get you real pissed off Seen a chick first time throw a trick off That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it Like gray flow, like gray dough Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz
[Da Brat] Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates? The chain? The wrist? Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint Make they jump out they boxer draws And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all
[R.O.C.] Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous? You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh You know what? Hold up, stop the beat R O C nigga, now drop the beat Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted Wanna floss? ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across Close your mouth hon, I run Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?
[JD] So did we make y'all rock? For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock Shit, it's nothing For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock For me to make y'all rock It's nothing
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