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World Premiere Lyrics

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Da Brat : World Premiere Lyrics

Songwriters: Dupri, Jermaine; Grinnage, Jamal Gerard; Harris, Shawntae; Murray, Eric; Savage, Kareem;

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Yo, okay, kids I was sittin' on the block, the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin', I'm lookin' back
She said, uh, JD I love those 20's on your car

I said I beg your motherfuckin' pardon
Them is Michael Jordan's baby
She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin' with
A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer
The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
Uh, holla at 'em

Brooklyn is what I'm reppin'
Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction
Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections
Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention

I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin'
Cross my path, shots blast instant
Extort your ass the kid got henchmens
The whole Brooklyn for instance

Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin'
A best seller's what I'm inkin'
Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin'
Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin' 'em

Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin' 'em
Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin' fast
Switchin' four lanes with weight up in the stash
I'm livin' so so better now, the so so dash
Is what I'm sittin' on, blowin' up so so fast

Yeah, uh, huh
Yo, You really don't wanna get hit
Hot lid when I empty the clip
Drop kid if you droppin' your lip

Never know enough about but I talk shit
You must wanna eat up my clit
Everything we ever did on is sick
We don't have a party, we rich

We cut it up with anybody we with
And I'm the main one, havin' to fit
Can't nobody do it like this
I got a gat by the side like my man Big

Stand out on that song he did with me
You feelin' the presence of So So Def
Rest assure we gettin the money
Crush your label there's no more left

Just fables fictional characters I
Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE
I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since Funkdafied
Let your mind escape, you laid away back and enjoy the ride

Yeah, I'm rollin' on deuce trays
Shoot all my Tequila straight
Catch me at the bar of the bay
I might even buy you a little drank

We been choppin' paper for years
Ain't scared of you niggaz out here
Some of ya'll might think we disappear
But every time the resurgence is clear

Yo, yo
Brooklyn has to be two of the illest
Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it
Like I wanna do it, like I do it
When I done it

Pussy, pussy, roll like caine
Just rhymin' with Benz or present with the Coupe-a
Drive my lifestyle down
I'm between lines and my new slip

2003, M.O.P. nigga you see
My fundamentals of a street life nigga
Cuffin' her hair, have it over left, nothin' to fear, Biatch

Warriorz, warriorz, come out and play
(Come out and play)
From the dark side, where we reside, we die for
We a whole different breed of men, you need to squeeze us in
We'll get in where we fit in like

Buk, buk, buk, buk, buk buk, buk
Still rockin', what's poppin', you still lookin' shooken
We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn
It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it
You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
We God

Yeah, you see this shit right?
You know what I'm sayin', it's So So Def
You dig, this is a world premiere
JD, this is a world premiere
You dig? Hahaha, yeah
And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig