Da Brat May Da Funk Be Wit `cha Lyrics

May Da Funk Be Wit `cha Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Now back from the 6-o-6-4-4 full of indo
Untypical is that bad as* ho
B to the R to the A to the T
Ain`t no bit*h is this industry that can see me
The city of C-H-I is where I`m from
The 3rd motherf**ker to drop the bomb on the bomb
And here I come steady breakin bustas off
Up to bat is Da Brat and ain`t a damn thing soft
About me, no doubt the B-R-A-T
Is all up in that as* for the motherf**kin ninety`s
So funkdafied who can be this lady
Brat westside bustin like a 380
From the top of my head to the sole of my feet
Broke down smoked out locced out is she
That bit*h that`ll hit ya get ya
And when you bumpin up my sh*t may da funk be wit `cha

   (Hook)
Fall into the groove of the waxin
Let my music take you high-e-i
Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride
And move that body from side to side
(Repeat)

   (Verse 2)
A real fresh voice over top of low frequency
Is the chain like connection between you and me
Why? Cause I got that bump de de bump
And baby you got them humps in your trunk 
So it`s on (Shit)
Lay back nigga we fin to ride
I gotta get high I gotta get mine
Baptized all up in this funky sh*t 
Fired up is that bit*h that you just can`t with
I got what you need do you wanna fly?
This is your brain on drugs and I
Have been captured taken over by
The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high
It`s like fire locked in my bones
Get smoked the f**k out it`s the funk bring it on (oh yeah)
And that`s how I hit ya
And when you bumpin up my sh*t may da funk be wit `cha

   (Hook)

   (Verse 3)
Hypnotized by a motherf**ker puttin it down
It`s Da Brat watch your back when I`m in your town
Cause I gotta be funky I gotta be me
I gotta be that same bit*h from the streets
A woman of my clad
Commin up with the motherf**king funk so I know my track
Right, can you feel it do you hear what I hear
Nothin but the funk bumpin up in your ear
Double S-O definitely
So locced out that it`s just so s-o crazy
Brat on that as* fallin back once more 
Getting filled on full with that sh*t from the ghetto
You better ask somebody if you don`t know
I`m from Chicago and you can`t fade this ho
And that`s how I get ya
And when you bumpin up my sh*t nigga take the funk wit `cha

   (Hook)