Hands In Da Air Lyrics - Da Brat

(Da Brat) 

Niggas always watchin me (funky!) 

But I want em to keep on watchin me 

I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!) 

I always feel like 

Somebody's watchin me, watchin me 

Could it be the way I'm still tight? 

Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me 

The, whole world got too much money for me 

To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe 

Rock harder than the one from So-So 

I never go broke broke 

I keep comin with the vocals that make most know 

Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag 

Why should I look sad that I got some loot now? 

In fact, I knew how 

watch when I back the Coupe out 

Can niggas just troop out 

The same way they do when I show you Brat 

With a little bit of boobs out 

And her big ass protrude out 

Get the news out 

Some of you bitches lose out 

When the sexiness ooze out 

Like orgasms, I'm the best at this 

Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit 

If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites 

You gotta pay a bitch 

Cause I be stayin rich 

I ain't quittin, quittin 

Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin 

(chorus) 

Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care 

This fo niggas and bitches everywhere 

Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em 

And make em say, say 

Hands in the air, from side to side 

Forever im high, high 

Together we ride, ride 

I'm never too tired 

To get that paper, baby 

(Da Brat) 

If y'all wanna see me, see me 

Im give y'all somethin to look look at 

Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat 

Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag 

It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon 

I ain't lackin lackin on shit 

Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit 

I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit 

And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll 

Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow 

Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks 

See you when I shine, I glow, glow 

From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4 

And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me 

Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you 

Some of the ones run 

I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump 

Stay out the way when I come come 

It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh 

And put a hump in ya back 

If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat 

(chorus) 

(Mystikal) 

I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track 

You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that 

The bass dont thump, we spit on crap 

That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat 

Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap 

I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap 

(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?) 

Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!" 

Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper 

Still smoke a nigga under the table 

Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases 

Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin 

Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth 

And ya head out ya ass 

And keep ya nose out my buisness 

And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD! 

I put em in the trash bag 

Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday 

I kick em in they raggely ass 

Take money from em and you know I better get some 

I know it ain't fair 

but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears 

Throw ya hands in the air 

As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!