歌词
Jermaine Dupri:B Side, B side, haha,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 bitches 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 Flossin
I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
****ed around and made some shit you can't **** with
They thought luck did it,but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
Da Brat:Sliding in from the front, never way behind
Bitches 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...
B.I.G.:Aw,shit!On top of all that,I'm so,so remarkable
Flow to make you mother****ers know
Ain't an MC coming close to touch
Pussy I like to ****, guns I like to bust,so...
Manuel Seal:Lay on nite, light up the blunts
As we give you mother****ers just what you want
Lay on nite, light up the blunts
As we give you mother****ers just what you want
Da Brat:I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep,guns under the seat
The mother****er you know who represent them platinuim sounds
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Smoke 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
Bitch, 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 ...
Bitch, 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 **** with her you got to **** with me
And we'll be rapping at your mother****ing eulogy, so ...
Manuel Seal:Lay on nite, light up the blunts
As we give you mother****ers just what you want
Lay on nite, light up the blunts
As we give you mother****ers just what you want
Jermaine Dupri:Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...
Da Brat:I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The mother****er 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 mother****er ready to die
I jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
and told the mother****er JD I was the one, **** the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach teach a mother****er 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, mother****er
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 slow on chrome 17's
Manuel Seal:Lay on nite, light up the blunts
As we give you mother****ers just what you want
Lay on nite, light up the blunts
As we give you mother****ers just what you want
Jermaine Dupri:Lay back, listen to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you want
Get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ...