Da Brat - Come And Get Some lyrics

Verse 1 - da brat (mac daddy) Get down... ain't no room to mess around When da brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back It's that new n***a on the block and i don't slack Ta- dow now (i know you love how i put it down) Now (i know you love how my sh** sounds) So close your eyes as i mesmerize your mind 1 time 2 times 3 times i'm Not that b**h to be f**ed with or seen Cause puttin it down ain't no thing b**h you know the routine Either recite what i write or hold that a** Cause ain't no seeing this g be hitting your a** with a blast Now (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 quick Cause ain't another b**h (like) this b**h (right) sh** (hook) When your in the mood to flow let me know Cause to me it ain't no thing i'm always ready to go So i know that you know that i know you gets none But if you want some come and get some (verse 2) To be or not to be f**ed with is da brat with some gangsta sh** I'm cappin any n***a that step or disrespecting my click It be the crooked letta o double that once more Def and i have yet to speak on this bad a** ho How many b**hes do you that kick sh** like this b**h No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked As i bust sh** n***as can't f** with This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's On, till i let them fools disperse Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse It gets worse as i puff on the chronic smoke Me and my pad locc up i smoke up and n***as get broke Off, tossed like a cloth I gives a f** about what n***as say how they walk how they talk Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit Cause in '94 i be the wrong b**h to f** with (hook) (verse 3 - mac daddy) Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in The m-a-c's who i be kris kross is who i represent For so very long But this time i'm with da brat and once again it's on With the k to the k (by the way) dum di di dum Mr. mac pack now can i drop the bomb Saggin all dressed in black I'm the n***a with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs Leanin to the side peepin out the scene n***as on my dick cause i got green and i'm a fiend To the microphone which i'm known to rock Bangin till the boogie end boogie time i'm hip hop I know you still feel The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel To the king that i may very be The macadocious a-town player the m-a-c (hook)