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Origineel

(Da Brat) 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 Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin (chorus) 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 (Da Brat) 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 cuz 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 fit 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 (chorus) (Mystikal) 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, we spit on crap That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap I 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 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, cuz 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 and you know I better get some I know it ain't fair but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears Throw ya hands in the air As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!

 

Vertaling

(Da Brat) Niggas always watchin me (funky!) But I want them to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give them 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 De hele wereld heeft te veel geld voor mij 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 feite, wist ik hoe watch when I back the Coupe out Can niggas just troop out Op dezelfde manier als ze doen wanneer ik je Brat laat zien Met een beetje tieten uit And her big ass protrude out Get the news out Some of you bitches lose out When the sexiness ooze out Zoals orgasmes, ik ben hier de beste in Gooi driftbuien wanneer ik overga op het maken van shit Als je denkt dat je een van mijn favorieten wordt You gotta pay a bitch Cause I be stayin rich I ain't quittin, quittin Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin (refrein) 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 them say, say Handen in de lucht, van links naar rechts Forever im high, high Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired To get that paper, baby (Da Brat) Als jullie me allemaal willen zien, zie me dan Ik geef jullie allemaal iets om naar te kijken Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag Het is automatisch, ze willen op mijn wagen springen, wagen I ain't lackin lackin on shit Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit And get up in the middle of the centre 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 Blijf uit de weg als ik kom It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh And put a hump in ya back If niggas is askingin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat (refrein) (Mystikal) 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 don't thump, we spit on crap Die beat is niet strak nigga, die shit is niet vet Everytime that shit come out, I to throw it back and I slap I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap Test het hard voor de lage frequentie, waar is het? Negers zeggen, "Ik hou van die klotezooi die je deed met Da Brat!" Slecht met het schrijfblok, met de pen, met het papier. Ik rook nog steeds een neger onder de tafel. Zet de lijnen in de woorden en de haken en de zinnen In plaats van iets uit te brengen dat brandt Haal je hand uit mijn zak, haal je voet uit je mond And ya head out ya ass En hou je neus uit mijn zaken. En ik meen het, godverdomme, want ik word gek! Ik stop ze in de vuilniszak Twist stropdas, zet ze buiten maandag en woensdag Ik schop ze in hun vieze kont Neem geld van ze en je weet dat ik beter wat kan krijgen. Ik weet dat het niet eerlijk is maar ik rook met alligators en ik worstel met beren Gooi je handen in de lucht Zo hoog als je kan, en laat die teven daar!