Lyrics of da brat

                           "AINT NO THANG"

Yo, puttin' down, definition
Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like
And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean

[Hook]
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
For me to knock niggas out the box daily

[?ZZ?]
Get out, watch ya steps and the ol' bucksway
Fire sixteen and we bust an oozy
What side can we ride on, take off your sign or
Fire tech-9 and we bust your car right
Here's one, it bust louder than a normal gun
Here's one, fire one and fire on and on
Ambush, we have bush and we have tech psycho
Run by and rat tat tat at cha' and ya trucko

[Da Brat]
Bumptity bump is that shit that cha' get
When ya listenin' to the sounds of Da Brat (BABY!)
It's like that it's like that ain't no future in frontin'
So to avoid all that I keep bumpin' (AH NIGGA!)
I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Step and get broke up loc
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Puttin' it down, puttin' it down ain't no thang

[Hook]
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
It's the ZZ, it's one to the two to the motherfucking three
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
For me to knock niggas out the box daily

[Verse 2]
Uh, it ain't no thang for me to lay a busta down
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Buck a sucker down cause me don't fuck around
With them niggas that be fussin' on that fake shit
I'm on that ill tip nigga, you ain't heard about that real bitch
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Motherfuckers wanna test me, cops wanna arrest me
But fuck that, ya get a hole in ya fuckin' head
I puts it down as a come up with a pinch of Chi
A little dash of the funk and it's funkdafied
As I combine them to get the good funkdafied
Can ya ride with this bitch from the Westside (NIGGA!)
I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Puffin' on that indo smoke
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Back with a motherfucking dope and man

[Hook]
From around the mountain, to the place that chu' call ya block
It's that nigga with no nuts but cha' still on jock
Highly (Why you) why me cause I rap tightly
And ain't no need for you to even try me
From sunrise to sunset I keeps niggas in check
It's the i-itiful, dopest individual
Who gets wreck, for all places and all races
First come, first serve basis
(Ain't no half steppin')
Cause Brat's spittin' shit like an automatic weapon
Ain't no room for no flaws in this click
(Cause the shit that we make is the funky shit)
Ya know (NIGGA!) I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Step and get broke up loc
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Puttin' down puttin down cause it ain't no thang

[Hook with ad-libs repeated to fade]

"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'
Don't stress me, I'm paid like Phil Drummin
I pop like ten Crist'ies a day
In the spot like, I'm way past risqué
B-R-A-T hard and sexy
And you can't get next to me baby
With a blunt in my hand shit is obsolete
I don't wanna be fucked with when I cheat
It's my smoking lye, how it's supposed to be
You bitches could never get close to me
Hopefully you know not to blow my high
Impose in my zone extinguish my fire
It's my desire to blaze it up
Mad cause I puff I don't give a fuck
Don't come around me with no negative shit
Step up, step up and I'mma bust your lip
Cause…

[Chorus]
Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high
(To the sky)
First thing you can do is make my high come down
(Down, down, down)
Ooh when you make my high come down
I don't wanna be around you no more

[Da Brat]
Let's space it out, my faith is out
When I get frustrated I take it out
On the optimo so break it out
Gun me vicariously till I choke me
Make no mistake about Miss Harris stakin' out
Good cabbage lay it out
Gray for glycoma, rotten to Daytona
How to survive?
Get high all by your lonesome
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Unless you want some company
I might pass the blunt but this bud's for me
My concentration and know nothing else
I take my problems lay 'em on the shelf
Block all the calls then shut off the cell
It's not absurd niggas get on my nerves
With bullshit too much for this bitch
Me and my spliff don't wanna be fucked with

[Chorus]
Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high
(Too the sky)
First thing you can do is make my high come down
(Down, down, down)
Ooh when you make my high come down
I don't wanna be around you no more

Usually, when I split my gun down the middle
Got good weed, so strong it takes just a minute
For me to get to that place we love to go
I made this shit so you would know

[Da Brat]
When the ashes burn off
I get flashes on how you were turned off
And a big distraction
Don't nobody wanna be agitated
Upset or annoyed, and aggravated
Masturbation ain't stimulating as this
When it's twist, put it up to my lips and hit
Don't forget to puff, puff and pass
My blunt is stuffed up with chunks of hash

[Chorus]
Cause I don't like to be fucked with when I'm high
(Too the sky)
First thing you can do is make my high come down
(Down, down, down)
Ooh when you make my high come down
I don't wanna be around you no more, no more

                               "BALL GAME"

[Da Brat talking]
Shut cho' ass up girl, ha ha
Ya know, I bought me some diamonds
Show em' what cha' bought me
Ya know, I'll show myself off, ya dig ha ha ha
They hate me, ya know they gon' hate me, ha ha oh Lord

[Hook x2]
Take me out to the ballgame
Spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

[Verse 1]
This chick here gets thicker each year
And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear
Mommie dearest keepin' it clean and clear
My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear
We veer to the left, why
Cause that's how So So Def ride
We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi
We leaves no traces, we just glide
Lay back and switch side to side
We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn
It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm
Well I'll consider it, maybe
Show me ya tongue baby
And i'm sure that I could make it all gravy
All bases gotta be loaded
So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz, or my Rover
Take me out and be my Casanova
Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I never get back
I'ma root, root, root for my home team
Cause we always win and it's a shame
That it's one, two, three strikes for you
At the old ballgame
Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it
Your chances of winning
Is lookin' itty bitty so stop grinnin'
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You just diggin' a deeper ditch
You hidin' in the dugout from the feature chick
I'll put cha' lights out, pitch fast or slow
Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on
Is goin' goin gone
I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals
And white socks and afros are my accessories, worth a fortune
Please believe if ya checkin' for me
I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Let me tell ya bout So So
You should thank me, I'm no joke
Like the Yankees
I'm so funky, that it's stankie
My wrist so chunky
That people stare at it and be like naw, it can't be
But it is and it shall be forever more
J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough
You can't help me if ya paper low
If you broke it's unhealthy, we can't grow
I'ma be on my own these days
If you don't like it you can go away
Relocate, it's OK, hit the pavement
I'm Chicago Cub'n it and Atlanta Brave'n it
This is my covenant, you can not invade it
And I cannot be faded
So try to just eradicate it from ya brain
Go get a job at the hot dog stand
I need big thangs boo, you don't like that
I don't give a fuck, fuck you

[Hook x6]

[Da Brat talking]
Game right, hit cha' a home run
Strike out a few times, it's all good
You gon' learn something like that
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Hit all three of them bases
And swing it on home baby
So So Def styel, Brat-tat-tat
Hardball, J to the D
Ya dig