Da Brat F- Jermaine Dupri Funkdafied Lyrics

Funkdafied Lyrics

Da Brat:

 

 Hard times in the Funk

 

 Intro: Jermaine Dupri

 

 Yeah, So Funkdafied

 So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat...on that ass

 

 Chorus:

 

 So, So, So Funkdafied

 So, So, So Funkdafied

 So, So, So Funkdafied

 

 Verse 1:

 

 Open up, open up

 And let the funk flow in

 From this nigga name J and his new found friend

 I'm hittin switches like Eric on the solo creep

 For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T.

 Puttin the dip in your hip from right to left

 It's the ghetto west bitch and I'm So So Def

 Nigga that's my click

 Nigga that's who I rolls with

 And we kicks nothing but the fat(sh,sh,hhh)

 

 Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic

 with the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk wit

 (Why?!)

 Because we so funkdafied

 (Why?!)

 We make you move from side to side

 Well, it's da G H da E T T O, nigga

 Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby

 So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin'

 And freak this dest just like Ashford and Simpson

 

 Chorus:

 

 Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied

 So, So, So funkdafied

 So, So, So funkdafied

 So, So, So Funkdafied

 

 Verse 2:

 

 Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me

 And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me

 It's like that and as a matter of fact

 When it comes the Brat tat tat tat

 I make your neck snap back

 Meaning I got the hit that a get'cha bent

 Tearing the roof off this mutha like Parliament

 I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, damnit!

 Brat your the funk Bandit and they can't handle it

 I know

 That's why I keep hittin'em with this grammer

 Lettin' all ya'll know that I'm the real mama jama

 Straight to the head like a chronic sack

 I pass the mic to the Brat and yo I passed it back

 

 Wella sistas and fellas

 It's time to get your groove on

 I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move homes

 Breaking these fools off proper like

 It's S.O.S.O.D.E.F. dynamite

 Hummin, hummin comin up at cha like Ralph K

 And since this ain't no Honeymoon, I'm here to stay

 And the way we comin' at cha

 Baby we can't miss

 There's a new tag team in town

 Nigga, Whoomp, there it is

 

 Chorus:

 

 Cause I'm so, so, so Funkdafied

 So, so, so funkdafied

 So, so, so funkadfied

 So, so, so funkadfied

 So, so, so funkdafied