- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jermaine Dupri
- Jamal Gerard Grinnage
- Shawntae Harris
- Eric Murray
- Kareem Savage
 
- See also:
Da Brat - World Premiere lyrics
Yo, okay, kids I was sittin' on the block, the other day man
 Some fine ass girl walked by
 And she was lookin', I'm lookin' back
 She said, uh, JD I love those 20's on your car
 I said I beg your motherfuckin' pardon
 Them is Michael Jordan's baby
 She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin' with
 A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer
 The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
 Uh, holla at 'em
 Brooklyn is what I'm reppin'
 Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction
 Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections
 Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention
 I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin'
 Cross my path, shots blast instant
 Extort your ass the kid got henchmens
 The whole Brooklyn for instance
 Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin'
 A best seller's what I'm inkin'
 Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin'
 Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin' 'em
 Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin' 'em
 Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin' fast
 Switchin' four lanes with weight up in the stash
 I'm livin' so so better now, the so so dash
 Is what I'm sittin' on, blowin' up so so fast
 Yeah, uh, huh
 Yo, You really don't wanna get hit
 Hot lid when I empty the clip
 Drop kid if you droppin' your lip
 Never know enough about but I talk shit
 You must wanna eat up my clit
 Everything we ever did on is sick
 We don't have a party, we rich
 We cut it up with anybody we with
 And I'm the main one, havin' to fit
 Can't nobody do it like this
 I got a gat by the side like my man Big
 Stand out on that song he did with me
 You feelin' the presence of So So Def
 Rest assure we gettin the moneyDa Brat - World Premiere - http://motolyrics.com/da-brat/world-premiere-lyrics.html
 Crush your label there's no more left
 Just fables fictional characters I
 Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE
 I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since Funkdafied
 Let your mind escape, you laid away back and enjoy the ride
 Yeah, I'm rollin' on deuce trays
 Shoot all my Tequila straight
 Catch me at the bar of the bay
 I might even buy you a little drank
 We been choppin' paper for years
 Ain't scared of you niggaz out here
 Some of ya'll might think we disappear
 But every time the resurgence is clear
 Yo, yo
 Brooklyn has to be two of the illest
 Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it
 Like I wanna do it, like I do it
 When I done it
 Pussy, pussy, roll like caine
 Just rhymin' with Benz or present with the Coupe-a
 Drive my lifestyle down
 I'm between lines and my new slip
 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see
 My fundamentals of a street life nigga
 Cuffin' her hair, have it over left, nothin' to fear, Biatch
 Warriorz, warriorz, come out and play
 (Come out and play)
 From the dark side, where we reside, we die for
 We a whole different breed of men, you need to squeeze us in
 We'll get in where we fit in like
 Buk, buk, buk, buk, buk buk, buk
 Still rockin', what's poppin', you still lookin' shooken
 We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn
 It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it
 You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
 We God
 Yeah, you see this shit right?
 You know what I'm sayin', it's So So Def
 You dig, this is a world premiere
 JD, this is a world premiere
 You dig? Hahaha, yeah
 And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig









