Come And Get Some Lyrics - Singles - Da Brat

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 nigga 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 shit sounds) 

So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind 

1 time 2 times 3 times I'm 

Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen 

Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine 

Either recite what I write or hold that ass 

Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass 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 bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit 

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 

To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit 

I'm cappin any nigga 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 ass ho 

How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch 

No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked 

As I bust shit niggas can't fuck 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 niggas get broke 

Off, tossed like a cloth 

I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk 

Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit 

Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with 

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 

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 nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs 

Leanin to the side peepin out the scene 

Niggas 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 

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