Testi Soundtracks :: H

[Da Brat talking]

Shut cho' ass up girl, ha ha

Ya know, I bought me some diamonds

Show em' what cha' bought me

Ya know, I'll show myself off, ya dig ha ha ha

They hate me, ya know they gon' hate me, ha ha oh Lord



[Hook x2]

Take me out to the ballgame

Spend no small change

Now show me off to the people in the crowd man

I like big thangs



[Verse 1]

This chick here gets thicker each year

And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear

Mommie dearest keepin' it clean and clear

My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear

We veer to the left, why

Cause that's how So So Def ride

We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi

We leaves no traces, we just glide

Lay back and switch side to side

We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn

It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm

Well I'll consider it, maybe

Show me ya tongue baby

And i'm sure that I could make it all gravy

All bases gotta be loaded

So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz, or my Rover

Take me out and be my Casanova

Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya



[Hook x2]



[Verse 2]

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks

I don't care if I never get back

I'ma root, root, root for my home team

Cause we always win and it's a shame

That it's one, two, three strikes for you

At the old ballgame

Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it

Your chances of winning

Is lookin' itty bitty so stop grinnin'

You just diggin' a deeper ditch

You hidin' in the dugout from the feature chick

I'll put cha' lights out, pitch fast or slow

Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on

Is goin' goin gone

I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals

And white socks and afros are my accessories, worth a fortune

Please believe if ya checkin' for me

I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

Let me tell ya bout So So

You should thank me, I'm no joke

Like the Yankees

I'm so funky, that it's stankie

My wrist so chunky

That people stare at it and be like naw, it can't be

But it is and it shall be forever more

J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough

You can't help me if ya paper low

If you broke it's unhealthy, we can't grow

I'ma be on my own these days

If you don't like it you can go away

Relocate, it's OK, hit the pavement

I'm Chicago Cub'n it and Atlanta Brave'n it

This is my covenant, you can not invade it

And I cannot be faded

So try to just eradicate it from ya brain

Go get a job at the hot dog stand

I need big thangs boo, you don't like that

I don't give a fuck, fuck you



[Hook x6]



[Da Brat talking]

Game right, hit cha' a home run

Strike out a few times, it's all good

You gon' learn something like that

Ya know what I'm sayin'

Hit all three of them bases

And swing it on home baby

So So Def styel, Brat-tat-tat

Hardball, J to the D

Ya dig