[Da Brat]
Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands
To the ^!$$%s in the back clap your hands

And to the (*##$es in the front with the blunts it's time to dance
So get your $$# up out your seats
And get down to the sounds of the B R A T

Now me I be she with the funk
Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the $$# in your trunk
Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect

Its like asthma mother$#&@ers gasping for breath
'cause I'm def so so very it's scary
Never teary and what I kick is necessary

'cause bull%#@! irritates the ear
That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear
Don't worry 'cause everything is fine

Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind

Chorus:

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: it's like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat

I'll make you neck snap back

[Da Brat]

My %#@! is what the ^!$$%s like
Gangsta as funk is all we write
Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk

And you %#@! ain't %#@! if your %#@! don't bump
Did it bump ^!$$% you know what you bound to get
When you $#&@in' with dat %#@! from a so def (*##$

I kick %#@! in a pitch only cheese can see
Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy
Its me that Brat so ease on back

And let me slide on up to the top of the stack
Fron the westside def side is my crew
Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo

My %#@! fly %#@! why should I get
Mixed in a shovel with these other (*##$es
Its just me myself my blunts and my click

Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta %#@!...oh yea

Chorus:

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do
Brat: it's like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat

I'll make you neck snap back

[Da Brat]

Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering
To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been
Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics

Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics
I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days
$#&@ed up by the ways

I play %#@! complicated but basic
I ain't nothing to $#&@ with and you gotsta face it
You can't trace 'cause ain't no outline you can't out rhyme

You can't route yours like I route mine
Energetical funkadelical made for the radio
'cause stereo where ever I let it though it's on on

To the break of dawn non stop %#@! though it's straight to your dome
Don't worry 'cause everything is fine
I'm fired up and you done lost your mind


Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats don't stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

Brat: it's like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
I'll make you neck snap back

- then chorus without JD and Brat

- then chorus without Man and Brat
- then chorus without Man and JD
- then chorus without Man and Brat
- then chorus without Man and JD