Da Brat - Hands In Da Air Lyrics
(da brat)Niggas always watchin me (funky!)But I want em to keep on watchin meIma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)I always feel likeSomebodys watchin me, watchin meCould it be the way Im still tight?Niggas that didnt use to feel me jockin me, jockin meThe, whole world got too much money for meTo not get no dough, dough, cant no hoeRock harder than the one from so-soI never go broke brokeI keep comin with the vocals that make most knowWhy the ***** I boast, boast and bragWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?In fact, I knew howWatch when I back the coupe outCan niggas just troop outThe same way they do when I show you bratWith a little bit of *****s outAnd her big ass protrude outGet the news outSome of you *****es lose outWhen the sexiness ooze outLike orgasms, Im the best at thisThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shitIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favoritesYou gotta pay a *****Cause I be stayin richI aint quittin, quittinWave a 4 45, spittin, spittin(chorus)Throw yo hands in the air like you dont careThis fo niggas and *****es everywhereForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on emAnd make em say, sayHands in the air, from side to sideForever Im high, highTogether we ride, rideIm never too tiredTo get that paper, baby(da brat)If yall wanna see me, see meIm give yall somethin to look look atMake a nigga neck turn turn for bratBurn burn these hoes cuz Im back and my pants still sagIts automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagonI aint lackin lackin on shitOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fitIm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hitAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie rollRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slowDont keep it a secret, tell all ya folksSee you when I shine, I glow, glowFrom the c-h-i-c-a-go, 6-0-6-4-4And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for meGuns ready to blaze and to leave with youSome of the ones runI cant control my trigger finger when it pump pumpStay out the way when I come comeIts guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uhAnd put a hump in ya backIf niggas is askin whos thumpin, its brat brat(chorus)(mystikal)I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the trackYou can turn it down playa, we dont listen to thatThe bass dont thump, we spit on crapThat beat aint tight nigga, that shit aint fatEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slapI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap(? )test it loud for the low frequency, where its at? (? )Niggas say, I love that *****in shit ya did wit da brat!Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paperStill smoke a nigga under the tablePut the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrasesInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazinGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouthAnd ya head out ya assAnd keep ya nose out my buisnessAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz Im fiddinta get mad!I put em in the trash bagTwist tie, put em out monday and wednesdayI kick em in they raggely assTake money from em and you know I better get someI know it aint fairBut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bearsThrow ya hands in the airAs high as you can, and leave them *****es there!(chorus 2x, fade out)
