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Ball Game lyrics - Da Brat

["Hardball" Soundtrack]

Shut cho ass up girl, ha ha
Ya know, I bought me some diamonds
Show 'em what cha bought me
Ya know, I'll show myself off, ya dig ha, ha, ha
They hate me, ya know they gon' hate me, ha, ha, oh Lord

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

This chick here gets thicker each year
And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear
Mommie dearest keepin' it clean and clear
My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear

We veer to the left, why
'Cause that's how So So Def ride
We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi
We leaves no traces, we just glide
Lay back and switch side to side

We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn
It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm
Well I'll consider it, maybe show me ya tongue baby
And I'm sure that I could make it all gravy

All bases gotta be loaded
So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz or my Rover
Take me out and be my Casanova
Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I never get back
I'ma root, root, root for my home team
'Cause we always win and it's a shame

That it's one, two, three strikes for you at the old ball game
Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it
Your chances of winning is lookin' itty bitty so stop grinnin'
You just diggin' a deeper ditch

You hidin' in the dugout from the feature chick
I'll put cha lights out, pitch fast or slow
Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on
Is goin', goin' gone

I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals and white socks
And Afros are my accessories, worth a fortune
Please believe if ya checkin' for me
I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Let me tell ya bout So So, you should thank me, I'm no joke
Like the Yankees I'm so funky, that it's stankie
My wrist so chunky that people stare at it and be like naw
It can't be but it is and it shall be forever more

J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough
You can't help me if ya paper low
If you broke it's unhealthy, we can't grow
I'ma be on my own these days
If you don't like it you can go away

Relocate, it's okay, hit the pavement
I'm Chicago Cub'n it and Atlanta Brave'n it
This is my covenant, you can not invade it
And I cannot be faded

So try to just eradicate it from ya brain
Go get a job at the hot dog stand
I need big thangs boo, you don't like that
I don't give a fuck, fuck you

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Take me out to the ball game, spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

Game right, hit cha a home run
Strike out a few times, it's all good you gon' learn something like that
Ya know what I'm sayin' hit all three of them bases
And swing it on home baby So So Def style, Brat
Hardball, J to the D, ya dig

Dirty B Side lyrics - Da Brat

["Bad Boys" Soundtrack]

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 shit all you niggas 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
Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck 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
Niggas 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, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable
Flow to make you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC coming close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so

Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

I never knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release

Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist

Nigga, no human being, Korean or European
Be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they draws, be'cause Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak, Brat, tat, tat, please speak
(Nigga, 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 hesitation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie

Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so

Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please speak

I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent them platinum 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 nigga ready to die
Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit So, So Def
And told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live

Robin Leach teach a nigga 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, nigga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet
The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R, A, T
Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen

Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers 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

Immortal Beloved (Outro) lyrics - Da Brat

["MTV's Hip Hopera: Carmen" Soundtrack]

Uh,
And that's the story, no life no more, just loss
Caught up in between the negative and positive force,
Carmen Brown, sad tale of a life cut short, who
Take the responsibility when the guns go off, on one
Side you have Hill, he gotta live with the guilt.
Is he the one that she needed, or the one that got her killed?
Or is it Carmen to blame for her own damn fault? Did she
Play with his heart, and never loved him at all? It doesn't
Matter now because she restin' in peace, and all the playas in the
Game will have ta live with the grief. It's only now that she's
Gone you will truly discover the immortal love of Carmen Brown
There will never be another.

That's What I'm Lookin' For (Remix) lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott)

["Big Momma's House" Soundtrack]

[Jermaine Dupri]
If anybody gonna shake the club, y'all know who, ya know
Do they know, ha ha, So So Def
Yeah, we couldn't let it go without doin' a remix
Shh, now club to club
I want y'all to bounce with me, with me, with me, with me
Bounce, Brat, Missy, J.D., come on

[Missy]
Yo, come here baby, let me kiss ya
Let me see what cha' bout when I'm witcha
Let me see what cha' talkin' bout big shot
If you got that dough, can I get some
Let me see that Benz, can I drive, dude
Can I have when I ride right beside you
Oh, side by side, I got my crew
Oh, you act a little funny nigga, fuck you
Cause I'm that bitch with the six shots
Six blocks, big knots, big tick-tocks
Drop tops and shit just won't stop
Y'all flop when Miss drop, I rock [Dogs Barking]
I'm gon' get y'all
Bang bang to the boogie, take a picture
Of a hot girl and big time
With a thong, it's on when I hit y'all
That's what I'm lookin' for

[Jermaine Dupri]
Uh, yo
I'm lookin' for a bitch that'll switch that thang
From right to left like no other
Type of girl that'll blow your (Brain)
Wanna rock your (Chain)
Make you wanna take to meet cha' mother
No matter what baby keeps it (Name brand)
Never let a nigga change her (Game plan)
Even though it might look like she switch up
Every night honey fucks with the (Same man)
Hit the mall, get fresh just (Like I do)
Wanna have wild sex just (Like I do)
Bottle to the neck just (Like I do)
That's what I'm lookin' for
She gotta be jazzy
But when she do her thang it's ghetto style
Tellin me, JD, nigga say my name
Like she a new member of Destiny's Child
I like those that got hair but still rock a weave
Know just what to do to make a nigga not leave (Oh)
Know just what to wear to make a nigga go dream
Know just what to say to get the bling
For others she won't but (Will for me)
Come in and pay some of these (Bills for me)
Not just standin' around lookin (Real pretty)
I'm talkin' bout a bitch that'll (Kill for me)

[Hook: J.D.]
Where my thong wearin' shorties at
Got the game down packed
Got they own car, little crib and a dough stack
[All: That's what I'm lookin' for]
They know just what a brotha needs
How to throw it and make him not wanna leave
When it's time to go down, they ain't scared to freak
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin' for]
And where my Proda wearin' shorties who
Claim they don't love you
But anytime you want something done, they do
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin' for]
Them 4, 5, 6 types
Down to do it all night
See that there, is the type of bitch I like
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin for]

[Da Brat]
Oh yeah
See me, I like a big, buff nigga, get tough nigga
Sex me rough till I beg to get up nigga
What's up?
You got a hot cars
I'ma need to ride find (What I'm lookin' for)
To bump these hot boys, let me get the Visa
So I can Discover your MasterCard
Let's cruise the beaches and then park the yacht
At the dock at the beaches
Don't stop, got nothin' but hot releases
A thug by my side cause I need em'
Forget any reason I give
He'll stop a nigga from breathin' cause he lives for me
Dedicated to Brat only
That sexy smile, personality, my (Complextion) give a nigga (Erection)
Condom in the bra for (My protection)
Tell ya at the end and begin it with Shawn
What's my name (Brat)
And I can fuck all night till the break of dawn
Lookin' for me, a thug that's ready to get it on
I'm like an athletic down to sweat
Cause he gotta get it
Cut, split it and wet it, servin' me cause he love to get it
And it tastes so good he'll never forget
Believe me when I spit
It's a party, move yo body, come on

[Missy]
[1]
Move your body, move to the music (Yeah)
Grab somebody, keep it movin'
Get up on the dance floor, shake your thang now
Everybody in the club
[ALL:] That's what I'm lookin for

[Hook: Da Brat]
[2]
Where my rollie wearin thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But anytime you want something done they do
[ALL:] That's what I'm lookin' for
The ball all night type, frontin', screamin' thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
[ALL:] That's what I'm lookin' for

[Missy repeat 1]

[Da Brat repeat 2]

[Missy repeat 1]

The Introduction lyrics - Da Brat

["MTV's Hip Hopera: Carmen" Soundtrack]

Yeah
A classic story be told,
Carmen a hip hopera watch the drama unfold
The tragic tale of a girl
Tryin' to capture the gold
With a free spirit, brothers strady tryin' to hold
What would you do for love? (uh huh)
Is the cost too much?
Or the object of your desire you're tryin' to touch
Sometimes beauty it best observed from a far
Rise and fall with a star, as we face the cause