Da Brat - Come & Get Some Lyrics
Verse 1 - da brat (mac daddy)Get down... aint no room to mess aroundWhen da brat-tat-tat-tats all up in your townIm in the front with a blunt never playing the backIts that new nigga on the block and I dont slackTa- 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 mind1 time 2 times 3 times imNot that ***** to be *****ed with or seenCause puttin it down aint no thing ***** you know the routineEither recite what I write or hold that assCause aint no seeing this g be hitting your ass with a blastNow (there I go there I go there I go)(with my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)If you aint down you best to get down quickCause aint another ***** (like) this ***** (right) shit(hook)When your in the mood to flow let me knowCause to me it aint no thing Im always ready to goSo I know that you know that I know you gets noneBut if you want some come and get some(verse 2)To be or not to be *****ed with is da brat with some gangsta shitIm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my clickIt be the crooked letta o double that once moreDef and I have yet to speak on this bad ass hoHow many *****es do you that kick shit like this *****No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wickedAs I bust shit niggas cant ***** withThis bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus itsOn, till I let them fools disperseGhetto bust proper first verse after verseIt gets worse as I puff on the chronic smokeMe and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get brokeOff, tossed like a clothI gives a ***** about what niggas say how they walk how they talkCause to meet em yall needs to quitCause in 94 I be the wrong ***** to ***** with(hook)(verse 3 - mac daddy)Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up inThe m-a-cs who I be kris kross is who I representFor so very longBut this time Im with da brat and once again its onWith the k to the k (by the way) dum di di dumMr. mac pack now can I drop the bombSaggin all dressed in blackIm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packsLeanin to the side peepin out the sceneNiggas on my dick cause I got green and Im a fiendTo the microphone which Im known to rockBangin till the boogie end boogie time Im hip hopI know you still feelThe devastation of my lyrics so please kneelTo the king that I may very beThe macadocious a-town player the m-a-c(hook)
