(Verse 1)



I am..... quick to pull the trigger quick to pull your card

Hard late for the boulevard

It's Da B to the R A T with the bump

Sendin good vibrations from the trunk to the front

Of your ride (ride) where I live that's what they like (like)

So that's what I give

Somethin for them fools when they crawl and creep

And creep and crawl, it's fa all y'all

Well..........



(Hook)

Who's that makin that funky noise?

It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat bustin out on that ass

Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey hey (you don't hear me, though)

Who's that makin that funky noise?

It's like that, it's like that, it's Da Brat

Fa All Y'all, Fa All Y'all hey hey



(Verse 2)

Now that Da Brat's in the house yo the house is packed

Guys and girls everywhere with a hump in they back

As I sling my funk like a vodoo moose through the hood

All Fa Y'all cause everything is good

Now..... lay back listen to the phattest

Listen to the baddest rhymin apparatus

At a status you ain't got to check

Cause y'all knows that I definitely gets wrecked

So, uh



(Hook)



(Verse 3)

Gotta give thanks to the funk when it's time to pray

With some fine ass dank now it's time to play

That shit from that ghetto ass bitch me be

B to the R A to the T

Just niggas and bitches on every side

Waitin for the chance to get funkdafied

And all they gotta do is learn the words of this anthem

I'll grant them if you can chant them

Like everybody else..



(Hook)



I promise to funk

The whole funk

Nothing but the funk



I promise to funk

The whole funk

Nothing but the funk