Da Brat - Come And Get Some Lyrics

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Featuring Mac Daddy (Kris Kross)

Verse 1 Da Brat (Mac Daddy)

Get down... ain't no room to mess around

When Da Brat tat tat tat's all up in your town

I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back

It's 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 I'm

Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen

Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine

Either recite what I write or hold that ass

Cause ain't 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 ain't down you best to get down quick

Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit

(Hook)

When your in the mood to flow let me know

Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm 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

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(Verse 2)

To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit

I'm 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 it's

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 y'all needs to quit

Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with

(Hook)(Verse 3 - Mac Daddy)

Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in

The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent

For so very long

But this time I'm 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

I'm 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 I'm a fiend

To the microphone which I'm known to rock

Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm 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

(Hook

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