We don't stop, yeah. (So come around everybody, party down, get down) Brat-tat-tat on that ass. So So Def.
Da Brat (JD)
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the Funk Bandit's back with more bounce to the ounce it's the Brat-tat-tat-tat/ The funk-keeper, competition's sweeper but known for makin' speakers bleed/ Smokin hell'a weed, givin' you what 'cha need/ Indeed I'm nice, jewelry full of ice/ The industry ain't been the same since I came to sprinkle my spice/ Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted/ Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around in the west side (West side!) district/ Get it twisted, if you wanna choose your destiny/ Leave all that simple shit at home and bring your fuckin' bet for me/ Cause right here playtime stops, okay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits tops/ See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge, and there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far/ A repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kickin' (What?) All the right (What?) to give a nigga a hit
-Chorus-(Krayzie)-
C'mon, c'mon... Up to the sky (So come around everybody party down get down) C'mon, c'mon... Let's all get high
Krayzie Bone
Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together/ Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke/ Take it slow, we smoke and choke cause you're rollin' with Mo!/ We having a celebration/ We doing this all night if you wanna get away, you can play in my good times/ And never forget my niggas be doin' this shit the thuggish way, but have you thugged it with the thug lately? We Krayzie/ And nigga we dropped and got the bud blazin'/ So if you get high, Better get with the five/ I bet you wanna get weeded/ Fuck wit your thugs out of Cleveland/ Stay P.O.D'd and tweeded them leaves, we blazin' we fiendin'/ Now can you feel this connect with So So Def, Mo! Thugs, my squad and your posse/ My nigga, we gon' be alright/ So come around everybody party down get down/ And let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get tha hydro/ Yo nigga thugsta come and give me some love/ With some of that bang and slang yo' dog, a couple of thangs from the cut/ You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly/ Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high/ The shit we keep we got you hypnotized/ Any weed, dealin' with me/ My nigga with me, get your smoke on man/ Cause if we go broke I won't feel bad
Da Brat
(Yeah) But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action/ Certified platinum slashin' bastards/ Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me/ I broke them all with fatalic visual shit that you could see/ These synthetic speachless, smoke reefas with my peeps/ Get deeper than the abyss/ Watch me and yo' nigga creep/ Sky's the limits, dim them lights cause Krayzie got the Hydro/ Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch em all die slow/ We non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt with/ Underestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit split/ You better light a splif and mind yo' motherfuckin' business or get that ass put in the witness protection program/ Till I'm finished, diminished/ Your entourage is my level/ Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil/ Pushin' custom drop-tops/ Keep Segante' in the glove box/ Puffin' with crooked cops/ And can't nothin hold me back cause nigga, my shit, don't stop
-Chorus-(Krayzie)-
Original version available on Da Brat's album Anotha Tantrum/ Remix only available on Promo.