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Da Brat lyrics : "It's Nothing"

So So Def

1 [JD]
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
All you Range Roves, it's nothing

[Da Brat]
So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave a millon dollar footprints, %#@!, it's nothing

For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and
Keep making hits, it's nothing

[Da Brat]
For me to lose a G and bet back three
And let it stack, you know me

It's nothing

Flat shows, up all gold to watch
This for show, I connect all the dots
Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen

Been where I been, do you even think about
Coming hotter than
You could find me at the T top, C T gray

Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!
I make that, get you real pissed off
Seen a chick first time throw a trick off

That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time
Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it
Like gray flow, like gray dough

Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow
Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through
Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo

Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras
JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz

Repeat 1

[Da Brat]

Since we got every mother$#&@er wantin' to dance now
Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down
I live with it, do what the $#&@ I wanna

Da Brat (*##$ get drastic all by my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this %#@!
Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique

Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates?
The chain? The wrist?
Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my %#@!

Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure (*##$
Ice style, four clip, wish a ^!$$% would slip, lights out
If a ^!$$% ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints

Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint
Make they jump out they boxer draws
And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all

Repeat 1

Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?
You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose

What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh
You know what? Hold up, stop the beat
R O C ^!$$%, now drop the beat

Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me
Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary
Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted

Wanna floss?
ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across
Close your mouth hon, I run

Come across the top lip of you !@^%s like a Got Milk? Billboard
Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks
Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?

Repeat 1

So did we make y'all rock?
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
%#@!, it's nothing

For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
It's nothing


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