Da Brat - Dirty B Side lyrics

B Side, B side, ha, check it So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration The Notorious BIG in the house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it ... I got that sh** all you n***as just love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid f**ed around and made some sh** you can't f** with They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new-found friend Sliding in from the front, never way behind n***as wonder how I came with this style of mine Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip Brat and Biggie Smalls... Aw, sh**! On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable, Flow to make you motherf**ers know Ain't an MC coming close to touch b**hes I like to f**, guns I like to bust, so... Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherf**ers just what you want Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherf**ers just what you want I never knew, n***as had a clue On who was the king of the street More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat And my n***a just came home from work, release Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air (Brat: n***a, pa** that sh** like you just don't care) Yeah, you on my sh** list, Biggie burns spliffs when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist n***a, no human being, Korean or European be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein' in they draws, because Biggie Smalls Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ... (Brat: n***a, close your eyes, cause you already see the Notorious B-R-A-T) The raw combination, the destination, Number one tote a gun with no hestiation Live with the funkdafied cutie pie Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side If you f** with her you got to f** with me And we'll be rapping at your motherf**in' eulogy, so ... Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherf**ers just what you want Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ... I got the funk in my pocket, sh** stay locked down The n***a you know who represent them platinuim sounds Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the hook B You're pledging to wreck with a notorious n***a ready to die jump in the Benz, took me a little ride round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef and told the n***a JD I was the one, f** the rest We Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach teach a n***a how to really survive Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, n***a We comin' ma**, his pimpin' a**, his gla** is full of Moet The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T Rolling off swoll on chrome 17 Lay on back, light up the blunts As we give you motherf**ers just what you want Lay back, listen to the B-Side Slide, glide, do whatever you want Get out your lighters We be the rhyme writers Starters ... from the heart of College Park, New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go