Mind blowin'

Mind blowin' Lyrics

[Da Brat]

Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands

To the niggas in the back clap your hands

And to the b**ches in the front with the blunts its time to dance

So get your ass up out your seats

And get down to the sounds of the B R A T

Now me I be she with the funk

Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk

Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect

Its like asthma motherf**kers gasping for breath

Cuz I'm def so so very its scary

Never teary and what I kick is necessary

Cuz bullsh*t irritates the ear

That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear

Don't worry cuz everything is fine

Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind


Chorus:

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

JD: On and on til the break of dawn

See the beats don't stop til the early morn

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact

When it come to the brat tat tat tat

I'll make you neck snap back


[Da Brat]

My sh*t is what the niggas like

Gangsta as funk is all we write

Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk

And you sh*t ain't sh*t if your sh*t don't bump

Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get

When you f**kin' with dat sh*t from a so def b**ch

I kick sh*t in a pitch only cheese can see

Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy

Its me that Brat so ease on back

And let me slide on up to the top of the stack

Fron the westside def side is my crew

Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo

My sh*t fly sh*t why should I get

Mixed in a shovel with these other b**ches

Its just me myself my blunts and my click

Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta sh*t...oh yea


Chorus:

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

JD: On and on til the break of dawn

See the beats don't stop til the early morn

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact

When it come to the brat tat tat tat

I'll make you neck snap back


[Da Brat]

Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering

To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been

Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics

Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics

I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days

f**ked up by the ways

I play sh*t complicated but basic

I ain't nothing to f**k with and you gotsta face it

You can't trace cuz ain't no outline you can't out rhyme

You can't route yours like I route mine

Energetical funkadelical made for the radio

Cuz stereo where ever I let it though its on on

To the break of dawn non stop sh*t though its straight to your dome

Don't worry cuz everything is fine

I'm fired up and you done lost your mind


Chorus:

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

JD: On and on til the break of dawn

See the beats don't stop til the early morn

Man: Mind blowin'...... do do do do do do do

Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact

When it come to the brat tat tat tat

I'll make you neck snap back


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- then chorus without Man and Brat

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