Da B Side lyrics

by

Isaac Hayes


[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
B Side, B side, haha, check it, huh
So So Def, Bad Boy, collaboration (Listen to the B-side)
The Notorious B.I.G in the house, huh
We got Da Brat in the house (Listen to the B-side)
And me, huh, y'all know who I be
Check it

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri]
I got that sh*t all you n*ggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your deck
'Cause your correct way to get your groove on, flossin'
I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
f*cked around and made some sh*t you can't f*ck with (Oy)
They thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my newfound friend

[Verse 1: Da Brat]
Sliding in from the front, never way behind
n*ggas wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Aw, sh*t, on top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable (Uh-huh)
Flow make you motherf*ckers know
Ain't an MC coming close to touch
b*tches I like to f*ck, guns I like to bust, so
[Chorus: Manuel Seal]
Lay on back (listen to the B side, haha), light up the blunts
As we give you motherf*ckers just what you want (Everybody just)
Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts
As we give you motherf*ckers just what you want

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Da Brat]
I never knew, n*ggas never had a clue
On who was the king of the street
Four deep in the Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my n*gga just came home from work release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
n*gga, pass that sh*t like you just don't care
Yeah, you on my sh*t list, Biggie burns spliffs
When I'm p*ssed, release the Rolex from your wrist
n*gga, no human being, Korean or European
Be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In their draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
n*gga, close your eyes 'cause you already see
The Notorious B-R-uh-A-T
The raw combination, the destination
Number one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you f*ck with her, you got to f*ck with me
And we'll be rapping at your motherf*ckin' eulogy, so ...
[Chorus]
Lay on back, light up the blunts (as you listen to the B side)
As we give you motherf*ckers just what you want
Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts
As we give you motherf*ckers just what you want

[JD]
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...

[Verse 3: Da Brat]
I got the funk in my pocket, sh*t stay locked down
The n*gga you know who represent them platinum sounds
Now baby, Biggie, I done heard that "Juicy"
Didn't find nuthin but truth in the hook
Be a pleasure to wreck with a notorious n*gga, ready to die
I jumped in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
And told that n*gga JD I was the one, f*ck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach, teach a n*gga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, n*gga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet
The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen—
[Chorus]
Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts
As we give you motherf*ckers just what you want
Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts
As we give you motherf*ckers just what you want

[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]
Lay back, listen to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you want
Get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go
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