It`s Nothing Lyrics

It`s Nothing

featuring Da Brat & R.O.C.

[JD]
So So Def

1 [JD]
For me to
flip my dough ice out the dashboard
All you Range Roves it's nothing
[Da
Brat]
So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave a millon dollar footprints
shit it's nothing
[JD]
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks
and
Keep making hits it's nothing
[Da Brat]
For me to lose a G and bet
back three
And let it stack you know me
[JD]
It's
nothing
[JD]
Flat shows, up all gold to watch
This for show, I connect
all the dots
Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen
Been where I been, do
you even think about
Coming hotter than
You could find me at the T top, C
T gray
Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!
I make that, get you
real pissed off
Seen a chick first time throw a trick off
That Mark
McGwire, outta the park big-time
Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get
it
Like gray flow, like gray dough
Wrist, ears, neck, light gray
glow
Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through
Flows that don't like
bass sing My Boo
Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras
JD, babe ro,
the Wizard of Oz

Repeat 1

[Da Brat]
Since we got every
motherfucker wantin' to dance now
Get in the pants now, see me with them
down, diggin' down
I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna
Da Brat bitch
get drastic all by my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling
this shit
Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique
Who's that pushing that
six? See that name on the plates?
The chain? The wrist?
Hit the parties
and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit
Switch from trick to thug, a
hundred percent pure bitch
Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip,
lights out
If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints
Straight
to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint
Make they
jump out they boxer draws
And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all
y'all

Repeat 1

[R.O.C.]
Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this
crew is nervous?
You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose
What the word
is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh
You know what? Hold up, stop the
beat
R O C nigga, now drop the beat
Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to
me
Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary
Up the flow, documentary
of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted
Wanna floss?
ROC break your bank with
the inner heart the females I come across
Close your mouth hon, I
run
Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk?
Billboard
Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks
Stack chips,
stack tricks, is you wit that?

Repeat 1

[JD]
So did we make
y'all rock?
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
Shit,
it's nothing
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
For
me to make y'all rock
It's nothing

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