Verse 1 - da brat (mac daddy)
Get down... aint no room to mess around
When da brat-tat-tat-tats all up in your town
Im in the front with a blunt never playing the back
Its that new nigga on the block and I don't slack
Ta- 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 mind
1 time 2 times 3 times im
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Cause puttin it down aint no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Cause aint no seeing this g be hitting your ass with a blast
Now (there I go there I go there I go)
(with my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
If you aint down you best to get down quick
Cause aint another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit

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When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it aint no thing Im always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some

(verse 2)
To be or not to be fucked with is da brat with some gangsta shit
Im cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
It be the crooked letta o double that once more
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus its
On, till I let them fools disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet em yall needs to quit
Cause in 94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with

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(verse 3 - mac daddy)
Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
The m-a-cs who I be kris kross is who I represent
For so very long
But this time Im with da brat and once again it's on
With the k to the k (by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin all dressed in black
Im the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
Niggas on my dick cause I got green and Im a fiend
To the microphone which Im known to rock
Bangin till the boogie end boogie time Im hip hop
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
To the king that I may very be
The macadocious a-town player the m-a-c

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Come & Get Some Lyrics

Da Brat – Come & Get Some Lyrics