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Da Brat : West Side lyrics

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Da Brat lyrics : "West Side"

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]

This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Intro: Da Brat]
Heh~! I've been away and %#@!, heh

But I'm back now, heh heh
It's really like I ain't even went nowhere
Ya dig? Heh heh, cause I'm the %#@!

Been the %#@!, past present and future
Ya dig? Heh Chi-Town stand up
For the West side (West side, West side)

[Da Brat]
I don't need an intro, it's no, secret that I've been gone

Keep yo' attention like I'm swimmin in a fish bowl
All eyes on me, they tell all kind of lies on me
But I'm all smiles homey cause I'm on they mind

Only one Brat, Twitter that, figure the stats
See ain't picture me quittin, when in fact I'm still winnin
Came out of a pissy predicament and still grinnin

No matter the opposition, I play my position
I be the pitcher, the batter, the center or the point guard
Hook up a dinner do dishes and mow the front yard

Domesticated and educated a understatement
The streets raised me and I'm a grandma's baby
I made it, possible, for ^!$$%z not to know

I surpassed gold and ran right past goals
My monopoly invested in this rap %#@! (rap %#@!)
And I'm the best that ever did it, it's Da Brat (*##$!

Pop a bottle if you $#&@ wit Da Brat

Smoke one and represent where you at
Got'chu somethin to bump in yo' ride
It's none other than that ^!$$% from the West side (West side)

[Da Brat]
Throw one in the air for your girl (girl)

Send a bottle to them over there from your girl (drink some'n)
Tell them I can feel it when they stare at your girl, glare at your girl
I understand, they wishin I am in they world

You're nobody 'til somebody kill you Biggie never lied
The time I wasted felt like I died
Now it's "Life After Death," So So Anita Baker

Caught up in this rap %#@!, so so inebriated
Chi-Town, West side, you know how we stand up
Man up, mother$#&@er get your hands up!

I'm a representer, the presence of a winner, it lives in her
From a teenager to right now, I ain't no beginner
The history paid is relayed, who the illest is

It's okay, I can take your lil' criticism
Long as it's constructive, and I can be productive
and you learn Brat, is not to be $#&@ed with


[Outro: Da Brat]
Yeahhhhhh, ha ha
Yeah, uh-huh

So So Def in the building
Brat on the mixtape, hah

Yeah, how we do?

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