Da B Side (Squeaky clean) Songtext
von Da Brat

B Side, B side, check it
So So Def, Bad Boy, collaboration
The Notorious BIG′s in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all know who I be
Check it
I got beats and beats
That ya′ love to rock to
Funk for yo' trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your deck
Cause yo' correct way to get your groove on, flossin
I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Now I be the one that you can′t mess wit′
They thought 'Loc did it, but he didn′t cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my new found friend
Slidin′ in from the front, never way behind
You're tryin′ to figure how I came with this style of mine
Remain, in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls
Oh shit, on top of all that, I'm so-so
Remarkable, flow, making competition know
Ain′t an MC coming close to the
Notorious B.I.G
Baby, baby
Lay on me
Listen too the B side (ha, ha)
Everybody just, Lay on me, and
Listen too the B side


I never knew that you never had a clue on who was the king of the street
Four deep, in a Range Rover Jeep, guns under the seat
And my man just came home from work
Release, Crystal and my lit chronic in the air
Now Biggie pass what′s lit like you just don't care
Yeah, you on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs
When I′m pissed, release the rolex from your wrist
Baby, no human being, Korean or European
Be seeing what we be seeing, now they be peeing
In they drawers, because Biggie Smalls is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat please speak
Just close your eyes, cause you already see
(Fool)
The Notorious B-R-A-T
The raw combination, destination, number one
Tote a gun with no hestiation
Live with the funkdified cutie pie
Gat by the tide, the Smalls by her side
If you mess with her you got to mess with me
Then we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby
(So)
Lay on me
As you listen too the B side (uh, hey, hey)
Lay on me
Listen too the B side (ha, ha)

Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak
I got the funk in my pocket, keep it locked down
Now, shorty you know who represents them platinuim sound
Now baby, Biggie, I done heard that "Juicy"
Didn′t find nutin' but truth, in the hook
Yo be pledgin′ to wreck with a notorious hustler ready to die
Jumped in the benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit "So So Def"
And told the homey JD I was the one, buck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it live
Robin Leach teaching me 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, nucka
We come in mass, is clipping ass, my glass is full of "Moet"
The rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, b to the r, a-t
Rolling off swoll' on chrome 17′s
Lay on me
Listen to the B side (uh, uh give me watcha′ want, baby whatcha' want?)
Lay on me
Listen too the B side (oh yeah, ha ha)
Uh, uh, uh, lay back listen to the B side
Slide, glide, do whateva′ ya want
Get outcha' lighters, we be the rhyme writers
Starters, charters, from the heart of
College Park, New York, Chicago
Wherever you wanna go