Текст (слова) песни: Da Brat - Hands in Da Air

(da brat)

Niggas always watchin me (funky!)

But I want em to keep on watchin me

Ima keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)

I always feel like

Somebodys watchin me, watchin me

Could it be the way Im still tight?

Niggas that didnt use to feel me jockin me, jockin me

The, whole world got too much money for me

To not get no dough, dough, cant no hoe

Rock harder than the one from so-so

I never go broke broke

I keep comin with the vocals that make most know

Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag

Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?

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 of you bitches lose out

When the sexiness ooze out

Like orgasms, Im the best at this

Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit

If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites

You gotta pay a bitch

Cause I be stayin rich

I aint quittin, quittin

Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin

(chorus)

Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care

This fo niggas and bitches everywhere

Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em

And make em say, say

Hands in the air, from side to side

Forever Im high, high

Together we ride, ride

Im never too tired

To get that paper, baby

(da brat)

If yall wanna see me, see me

Im give yall somethin to look look at

Make a nigga neck turn turn for brat

Burn burn these hoes cuz Im back and my pants still sag

Its automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon

I aint lackin lackin on shit

Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit

Im articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit

And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll

Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow

Dont keep it a secret, tell all ya folks

See you when I shine, I glow, glow

From the c-h-i-c-a-go, 6-0-6-4-4

And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me

Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you

Some of the ones run

I cant control my trigger finger when it pump pump

Stay out the way when I come come

Its guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh

And put a hump in ya back

If niggas is askin whos thumpin, its brat brat

(chorus)

(mystikal)

I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track

You can turn it down playa, we dont listen to that

The bass dont thump, we spit on crap

That beat aint tight nigga, that shit aint fat

Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap

I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap

(? )test it loud for the low frequency, where its at? (? )

Niggas say, "i love that fuckin shit ya did wit da brat!"

Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper

Still smoke a nigga under the table

Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases

Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin

Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth

And ya head out ya ass

And keep ya nose out my buisness

And I mean it, goddammit, cuz Im fiddinta get mad!

I put em in the trash bag

Twist tie, put em out monday and wednesday

I kick em in they raggely ass

Take money from em and you know I better get some

I know it aint fair

But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears

Throw ya hands in the air

As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!

(chorus 2x, fade out)

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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 of you bitches lose out When the sexiness ooze out Like orgasms, Im the best at this Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites You gotta pay a bitch Cause I be stayin rich I aint quittin, quittin Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin (chorus) Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care This fo niggas and bitches everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em And make em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever Im high, high Together we ride, ride Im never too tired To get that paper, baby (da brat) If yall wanna see me, see me Im give yall somethin to look look at Make a nigga neck turn turn for brat Burn burn these hoes cuz Im back and my pants still sag Its automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon I aint lackin lackin on shit Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit Im articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow Dont keep it a secret, tell all ya folks See you when I shine, I glow, glow From the c-h-i-c-a-go, 6-0-6-4-4 And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you Some of the ones run I cant control my trigger finger when it pump pump Stay out the way when I come come Its guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh And put a hump in ya back If niggas is askin whos thumpin, its brat brat (chorus) (mystikal) I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track You can turn it down playa, we dont listen to that The bass dont thump, we spit on crap That beat aint tight nigga, that shit aint fat Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap (? )test it loud for the low frequency, where its at? (? ) Niggas say, "i love that fuckin shit ya did wit da brat!" Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper Still smoke a nigga under the table Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth And ya head out ya ass And keep ya nose out my buisness And I mean it, goddammit, cuz Im fiddinta get mad! I put em in the trash bag Twist tie, put em out monday and wednesday I kick em in they raggely ass Take money from em and you know I better get some I know it aint fair But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears Throw ya hands in the air As high as you can, and leave them bitches there! (chorus 2x, fade out) Нравится песня? 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