Album Name

Jermaine Dupri Presents... So So Def 25

Artist

Da Brat, Various Artists

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.06.29

Release Agency

Sony Music

B Side B side ha check it
So So Def 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
I got that shit all you niggas
just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is
what I provide you
So slide through your hood
with me in your deck
Cause your correct way
to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be
the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made
some shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it
but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and
my new-found friend
Sliding in from the front
never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came
with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release
the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls
Aw shit
On top of all that
I'm so so remarkable
Flow to make you
motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC coming
close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck
guns I like to bust so
Lay on back light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
just what you want
Lay on back light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
just what you want
I never knew niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range
Rover jeep guns under the seat
And my nigga just came
home from work release
Cristal in my lap chronic in the air
Nigga pass that
shit like you just don't care
Yeah you on my shit list
Biggie burns spliffs
when I'm pissed
release the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga no human being
Korean or European
be seein' what Big be seein'
I leave 'em peein'
in they draws
because Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak --
Brat-tat-tat
please speak
Nigga close your eyes
cause you already see
the Notorious B-R-A-T
The raw combination
the destination
Number one tote a gun
with no hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh
the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you
got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at
your motherfuckin' eulogy so
Lay on back light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
just what you want
Lay on back light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
just what you want
Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak
I got the funk in my pocket
shit stay locked down
The nigga you know
who represent them
platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie
I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find nuthin but truth
in the hook B
You're pledging to wreck
with a notorious nigga
ready to die
jump in the Benz
took me a little ride
round the mountain
broke a left hit SoSoDef
and told the nigga
JD I was the one
fuck the rest
We Funkdafied kicking it live
Robin Leach teach a nigga
how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt
ain't no need to front
Got what you need
and I take everything
you ever wanted nigga
We comin' mass his pimpin' ass
his glass is full of Moet
The Rolex is bar-bayed parkade
B to the R-A T
Rolling off swoll on chrome 17
Lay on back light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
just what you want
Lay on back light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
just what you want
Lay back listen to the B-Side
Slide glide
do whatever you want
Get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters from the heart
of College Park
New York Chicago
wherever you wanna go