Da B Side

Written by：Jermaine Dupri

B side b side ha ha check it so so def

Bad boy collaboration the notorious big in the house

We got da brat in the house and me

Y'all know who I be check it

I got that sh*t all you niggas 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 flomps

And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid

F**ked around and made some sh*t you can't f**k with

They thought luck did it but it didn't 'cause I'm back again

Back with the big And my new found friend

Sliding in from the front never way behind

Niggas 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

Aw sh*t on top of all that I'm so so remarkable

Flow to make you motherf**kers know

Ain't an mc coming close to touch

B**ches I like to f**k guns I like to bust so

Lay on back light up the blunts

As we give you motherf**kers just what you want

Lay on back light up the blunts

As we give you motherf**kers just what you want

I never knew niggas had a clue on

Who was the king of the street

More deep than a range rover jeep guns under the seat

And my ni**a just came home from work release

Cristal in my lap chronic in the air

Ni**a pass that sh*t like you just don't care

Yeah you on my sh*t list biggie burns spliffs

When I'm pissed release the rolex from your wrist

Ni**a no human being korean or european

Be seein' what big be seein' I leave 'em peein'

In they draws because biggie smalls is far from weak

Brat tat tat please speak ni**a close your eyes

'Cause you already see the notorious b r 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**k with her you got to f**k with me

And we'll be rapping at your motherf**kin' eulogy so

Lay on back light up the blunts

As we give you motherf**kers just what you want

Lay on back light up the blunts

As we give you motherf**kers just what you want

Brat tat tat tat please speak

I got the funk in my pocket sh*t stay locked down

The ni**a you know who represent them platinum sounds

Now baby biggie I done heard that juicy

Didn't find nothin' but truth in the hook b

You're pledging to wreck with a notorious ni**a ready to die

Jump in the benz took me a little ride

Round the mountain broke a left hit so so def

And told the ni**a jd I was the one f**k the rest

We funkdafied kicking it live

Robin leach teach a ni**a 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

Ni**a we comin' mass his pimpin' a**

His glass is full of moet the rolex is bar bayed

Parkade b to the r a t

Rolling off swoll on chrome 17

Lay on back

Lay on back