- Votes:
- Composers:
- Michael Tyler
- Deric Angelettie
- Shawntae Harris
 
- Tags:
- rap
- rap female
 
- See also:
Da Brat - Hands In The Air lyrics
Niggas 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?
 Niggas 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 fuck 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 niggas just troop out
 The same way they do when I show you Brat
 With a little bit of boobs out
 And her big ass protrude out
 Get the news out
 Some of you bitches lose out
 When the sexiness ooze out
 Like orgasms, I'm the best at this
 Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit
 If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
 You gotta pay a bitch
 Cause I be stayin rich
 I ain't quittin, quittin
 Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin
 Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
 This fo niggas and bitches 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 im high, high
 Together we ride, ride
 I'm never too tired
 To get that paper, baby
 If y'all wanna see me, see me
 Im give y'all somethin to look look at
 Make a nigga 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 shit
 Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fitDa Brat - Hands In The Air - http://motolyrics.com/da-brat/hands-in-the-air-lyrics.html
 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, nigga 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 niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat
 Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
 This fo niggas and bitches 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 im high, high
 Together we ride, ride
 I'm never too tired
 To get that paper, baby
 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 dont thump, the snare don't clap
 That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
 Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya slap
 I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
 Test it loud for the low kickin', slow and fast
 Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
 Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
 Still smoke a nigga under the table
 Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
 Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin
 Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
 And ya head out ya ass
 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 ass
 Take money from em everytime I bet against 'em
 I know it ain't fair
 But I swim with alligators and I wrestle with bears
 Throw ya hands in the air
 As high as you can, and leave them bitches there









