Come and Get Some – Da Brat – letras

Verse 1 – Da Brat (Mac Daddy)Get down… ain’t no room to mess aroundWhen Da Brat-tat-tat-tat’s all up in your townI’m in the front with a blunt never playing the backIt’s that new nigga on the block and I don’t slackTa- dow now (I know you love how I put it down)Now (I know you love how my shit sounds)So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind1 time 2 times 3 times I’mNot that bitch to be fucked with or seenCause puttin it down ain’t no thing bitch you know the routineEither recite what I write or hold that assCause ain’t no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blastNow (There I go there I go there I go)(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)If you ain’t down you best to get down quickCause ain’t another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit(Hook)When your in the mood to flow let me knowCause to me it ain’t no thing I’m always ready to goSo I know that you know that I know you gets noneBut if you want some come and get some(Verse 2)To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shitI’m cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my clickIt be the crooked letta O double that once moreDef and I have yet to speak on this bad ass hoHow many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitchNo nothers so others witness the rack-ed wickedAs I bust shit niggas can’t fuck withThis bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it’sOn, till I let them fools disperseGhetto bust proper first verse after verseIt gets worse as I puff on the chronic smokeMe and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get brokeOff, tossed like a clothI gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talkCause to meet ’em y’all needs to quitCause in ’94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with(Hook)(Verse 3 – Mac Daddy)Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up inThe M-A-C’s who I be Kris Kross is who I representFor so very longBut this time I’m with Da Brat and once again it’s onWith the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dumMr. Mac pack now can I drop the bombSaggin all dressed in blackI’m the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packsLeanin to the side peepin out the sceneNiggas on my dick cause I got green and I’m a fiendTo the microphone which I’m known to rockBangin till the boogie end boogie time I’m hip hopI know you still feelThe devastation of my lyrics so please kneelTo the king that I may very beThe macadocious A-town player the M-A-C