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Da Brat lyrics : "Hands In Da Air"

(da brat)
^!$$%s always watchin me (funky!)
But I want em to keep on watchin me

I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)

I always feel like

Somebody's watchin me, watchin me
Could it be the way I'm still tight?
^!$$%s that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me

The, whole world got too much money for me
To not get no dough, dough, can't 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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s just troop out
The same way they do when I show you brat
With a little bit of !@(& out

And her big $$# protrude out
Get the news out
Some of you (*##$es lose out

When the sexiness ooze out
Like !@($s, I'm the best at this
Throwin tantrums when I move into makin %#@!

If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
You gotta pay a (*##$
Cause I be stayin rich

I ain't quittin, quittin
Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin


(chorus)
Throw yo hands in the air like you don't care
This fo ^!$$%s and (*##$es 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 I'm high, high
Together we ride, ride
I'm never too tired

To get that paper, baby

(da brat)

If y'all wanna see me, see me
Im give y'all somethin to look look at
Make a ^!$$% neck turn turn for brat

Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
I ain't lackin lackin on %#@!

Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
I'm 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
Don't 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, ^!$$% that make a mistake for me
Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you

Some of the ones run
I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump
Stay out the way when I come come

It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
And put a hump in ya back
If ^!$$%s is askin who's thumpin, it's brat brat


(chorus)


(mystikal)
I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that

The bass don't thump, we spit on crap
That beat ain't tight ^!$$%, that %#@! ain't fat
Everytime that %#@! 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 it's at? (? )
^!$$%s say, "i love that $#&@in %#@! ya did wit da brat!"
Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
Still smoke a ^!$$% under the table

Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
Instead of puttin out sumthin that's blazin
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
And ya head out ya $$#
And keep ya nose out my buisness

And I mean it, goddammit, 'cause I'm fiddinta get mad!
I put em in the trash bag
Twist tie, put em out monday and wednesday
I kick em in they raggely $$#
Take money from em and you know I better get some

I know it ain't 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 (*##$es there!


(chorus 2x, fade out)

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