Da Brat, The Notorious B.I.G., Jermaine Dupri - Da B Side lyrics

B Side, B side, haha, check it, huh
So So Def, Bad Boy, collaboration
(Listen to the B-side)
The Notorious BIG in the house, huh
We got Da Brat in the house
(Listen to the B-side)
And me, huh, 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, flossin'
I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit
You can't fuck with (Oy)
They thought luck did it
But it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my newfound 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 (Uh, huh)
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 (listen to the B side, haha)
Light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
Just what you want (Everybody just)
Lay on back
(listen to the B side) , light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
Just what you want

I never knew, niggas never had a clue
On who was the king of the street
Four deep in the 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, because Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak - Brat tat tat, please speak

Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see
The Notorious B-R uh-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 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 you listen to the B side)
As we give you motherfuckers
Just what you want lay on back
(listen to the B side) , 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
Be a pleasure to wreck
With a notorious nigga, ready to die
I jumped in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
And told that 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
(listen to the B side) , light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers
Just what you want lay on back
(listen to the B side) , 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