All My Bitches (Explicit Version) Da Brat

Where my bitches at? Where is all my bitches at?

Chi Town (Explicit Version) Da Brat

coke tail here The crack head deals in my daddy And all he seem to dream about is bad ass habits The gun shots scream loud So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house With the extended cord

Fuck You (Explicit Version) Da Brat

Uh, uh, uh I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck It's ain't my fault if he looking You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause Every time I come near All he do is stare And I can see it

Back Up (Explicit Version) (Feat. Ja Rule) Da Brat

bounce) [Da Brat] (JD) If you can feel it in your back (Baby) It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' Brat (Baby) In the corner passing blunts, sippin' Yack (Baby) And if you must play the game Then gamble

What'chu Like (Explicit Version) (Feat. Tyrese) Da Brat

All night long (All night long) [Da Brat] I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with Good conversation plenty big faces It's a must I stay luxurious Jewelry cut precision like I bust Been winnin

Hands In The Air (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mystikal) Da Brat

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 little bit of boobs out And her big ass protrude out Get the news out Some

High Come Down (Explicit Version) (Feat. LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) Da Brat

[JD] Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) Yeah, yeah come on Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) Yeah, yeah come on [Da Brat] Each day I come in, it's always somethin' Don't stress me, I'm paid like

Breeve On Em (Explicit Version) (Feat. 22) Da Brat

[Da Brat] I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make y'all freak one another I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin' We keep watching

Intro (Explicit Version) (Feat. Millie Jackson & Twista) Da Brat

FUCK YOU if you can't go for that And a double fuck you from Da Brat-a-tat-tat Let it ALL hang loose, never feelin afflicted! Go for what you want and it's called..

Pink Lemonade (Explicit Version) (Feat. Debra Killings) Da Brat

Chorus: Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh) It taste best with you Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade [Da Brat] If ya thirstay I could possibly slide down your throat If you work may let's say we skip

Gangsta Bitches (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Da Brat, Trina) Eve

[Da Brat] get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH] Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at?

We Ready (Explicit Version) (Feat. JD & Lil Jon) Da Brat

[Da Brat] You know its So So Def Cause I'm the B to the R-A T the most eligible bitch today And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep I got

All My Bitches da brat

All My Bitches Where my bitches at? Where is all my bitches at?

Mind Blowin' (Album Version) Da Brat

Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands To the niggas in the back clap your hands And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance So get your ass up out your seats And

Fa All Y'All (Album Version) Da Brat

It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey hey (you don't hear me, though) Who's that makin that funky noise?

What's On Ya Mind (Explicit Version) (Feat. 22, LaTocha Scott & Trey Lorenz) Da Brat

(da brat) Di di di da di di di da di day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me The

Come And Get Some (Album Version) Da Brat

Get down... ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack Ta- dow now

That's What I'm Looking For (LP Version) Da Brat

Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh (oh) Is that like frozen shit? You just walk in and say oh shit Bounce to this, come on Where my rag wearing soldiers at?

Fire It Up (Album Version) Da Brat

My day starts out light, But ends up very heavy as the night approach, When I take float from all that smoke that I smoked, No joke, as I commence to take flight, It's gotta be first class cause this ass

Chi Town da brat

coke tail here The crack head deals in my daddy And all he seem to dream about is bad ass habits The gun shots scream loud So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house With the extended

Back Up da brat

Back Up [Da Brat] (JD) This a test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh This ain't no test (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh It's the real shit (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh (Bounce) uh, uh, uh-oh Yeah (Bounce) uh, uh,

Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Wit (Album Version) Da Brat

sittin' all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that) Well let me lift you to the sky Just climb aboard the b-r-a-t ride Those with no love i stay about like god Quick to pull ya trigga nigga quick

Ain't No Thang (Album Version) Da Brat

Yo, puttin' down, definition Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean (Ain't no thang, ain't no thang) Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me (Ain't

May Da Funk Be Wit 'Cha (Album Version) Da Brat

Brat and ain't a damn thing soft About me no doubt the B R A T Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's So funkdafied who can be this lady Brat westside bustin like a 380 From the top of my

Give It 2 You (Album Version) Da Brat

GIVE IT 2 YOU 1 FOR DA MONEY 2 FOR DA BASS 3 TO GET YA GOIN' CAUSE DA BRAT IN DA PLACE IT'S ME, DA O.G. FUNK BANDIT (WHOSE DAT?)

Hands In Da Air da brat

Hands In Da Air (Da Brat) Niggas always watchin me (funky!) But I want em to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)

Hands In The Air Da Brat

Mystikal] [Da Brat] Niggas always watchin me [funky!] But I want em to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give em sumthin to see [smokin!]

Sittin` On Top Of The World Da Brat

Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit Try to take mine to thy

Sittin On Top Of The World da brat

Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit Try to take mine to thy

Sittin' On Top Of The World Da Brat

Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit Try to take mine to thy nine

Feel It (Album Version (Explicit)) Timbaland

My head throbbin As I ride in my 3-4-8 mobbin Listen to the buddha brothers 6 to 10 there aint no other Playin my favorite jams On 1-0-3 Jams I got my man Big D, Big Rodney In case somebody want to rob

Lyrical Molestation Da Brat

shit putting your petty torched packaged Pathetically in front of me I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it This shit deplace yall bitches

Make It Happen Da Brat

This that sit, that sosodef shit, check it One to the Two, it ain't a thing for da brat to give it to you Three to the Four in ninety-six Brat hit your ass with a whole lot more Verse 1: Ay, when I step

Live It Up Da Brat

Intro: Nine six, it's Da Brat nigga we jackin these niggas for they beats and shit yaknowwhatI'msayin put this shit in ya mothafuckin mouth...

Bill Gates (Explicit Version) Lil Wayne

all day I do it I do it like Tony got a sign on my dck that say bad bitches only I don’t drink champagne it make my stomach hurt man I’m on that patron fck with me wrong and get murked got a silencer

Fuck You da brat

F*** You Uh, uh, uh I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck It's ain't my fault if he looking You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause Every time I come near All he do is stare

187 Murda Baptiss Church (Skit) (Album Version (Explicit)) Ja Rule

you be the teacher nah you be da teacher oohh we are here gather my brothers and my sisters(my bitches and my bitches) hush yo mouth in the church young digen black

High Come Down da brat

High Come Down [JD] Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) Yeah, yeah come on Yeah, yeah come on (Baby you make my) Yeah, yeah come on [Da Brat] Each day I come in, it's always somethin'

Just a Little Bit More da brat

hurry You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that i was comin' Used to laugh when i had a demo But since the big stretch lex limo You aint got no moe jokes Ya wanna come on and go wit me To my

That's What I'm Looking For Da Brat

Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it [That's what I'm looking for] The ball all night type Frontin', screaming, thug life That's

Maaad Crew (Album Version (Explicit)) Method Man, Redman

Intro: Redman [Method Man] Haha, yeah [All the big head bitches that been fucked] Yeah [Redman] Yo yo yo yo We "Push Weight" with Ice Cube's in a cup (AmeriKKKa's) Most Wanted Police pin it up

Come and Get Some da brat

Come and Get Some featuring Mac Daddy (Kris Kross) Verse 1 - Da Brat (Mac Daddy) Get down... ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with

Wet Paint (Album Version (Explicit)) Birdman

[Chorus] Pussy like paint, pussy wet candy, Bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy Pussy like paint, pussy like candy, Bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy My ice so hot, car so clean Leather so soft

Keepin' It Live Da Brat

Verse One: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri Bringing more noise than P.E., we true and flew in life, Leave us J.D. and rock a party all night tight, nigga, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I can rap like

That’s What I’m Looking For da brat

That’s What I’m Looking For (Brat) Hey JD why you always be saying oh (oh) Is that like frozen shit?

Huzzah (Explicit Version) Mr MFN Exquire

Drunk driving on a Wednesday With three bitches and an MPV Half a gallon of Georgi Porgi And cranberry that's the POP Peel Off Passion a recipe for terror We mix them shits together And then we having

Dirty B Side(feat. Notorious B.I.G) da brat

Bad Boy ... collaboration The Notorious BIG in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it ...

Head Bussa (Featuring Lil Jon) (Explicit Version) Lil Scrappy

strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?)

Cake (Album Version (Explicit)) Lloyd Banks

ya cake on dem bitches I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas Banks don't rap wit a back pack I'm in it for the money, the money The money, the money, the cake You heard Banks said so I know I got

Who I Am Da Brat

Da Brat is in the fucking building!) Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh sock it to me sock it to me (Oh yes! So So Def is in the building!)