Текст песни Da Brat - Hands In The Air
Da Brat - Hands In The Air слова песни
(Da Brat)Niggas always watchin me (funky!)But I want em to keep on watchin meI`ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)I always feel likeSomebody`s watchin me, watchin meCould it be the way I`m still tight?Niggas that didn`t use to feel me jockin me, jockin meThe, whole world got too much money for meTo not get no dough, dough, can`t no hoeRock harder than the one from So-SoI never go broke brokeI keep comin with the vocals that make most knowWhy the fuck I boast, boast and bragWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?In fact, I knew howwatch when I back the Coupe outCan niggas just troop outThe same way they do when I show you BratWith a little bit of boobs outAnd her big ass protrude outGet the news outSome of you bitches lose outWhen the sexiness ooze outLike orgasms, I`m the best at thisThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shitIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favoritesYou gotta pay a bitchCause I be stayin richI ain`t quittin, quittinWay before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin(chorus)Throw yo hands in the air like you dont careThis fo niggas and bitches everywhereForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on emAnd make em say, sayHands in the air, from side to sideForever im high, highTogether we ride, rideI`m never too tiredTo get that paper, baby(Da Brat)If y`all wanna see me, see meIm give y`all somethin to look look atMake a nigga neck turn turn for BratBurn burn these hoes cuz I`m back and my pants still sagIt`s automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagonI ain`t lackin lackin on shitOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fitI`m articulate and particulate on who I let hit hitAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie rollRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slowDon`t keep it a secret, tell all ya folksSee you when I shine, I glow, glowFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for meGuns ready to blaze and to leave with youSome of the ones runI can`t control my trigger finger when it pump pumpStay out the way when I come comeIt`s guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uhAnd put a hump in ya backIf niggas is askin who`s thumpin, it`s Brat Brat(chorus)(Mystikal)I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the trackYou can turn it down playa, we don`t listen to thatThe bass dont thump, we spit on crapThat beat ain`t tight nigga, that shit ain`t fatEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slapI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it`s at?(?)Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paperStill smoke a nigga under the tablePut the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrasesInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazinGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouthAnd ya head out ya assAnd keep ya nose out my buisnessAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I`m fiddinta get MAD!I put em in the trash bagTwist tie, put em out Monday and WednesdayI kick em in they raggely assTake money from em and you know I better get someI know it ain`t fairbut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bearsThrow ya hands in the airAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!(chorus 2x, fade out)