(verse 1)

Now back from the 6-o-6-4-4 full of indo

Untypical is that bad ass ho

B to the r to the a to the t

Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me

The city of c-h-i is where i'm from

The 3rd motherfucker to drop the bomb on the bomb

And here i come steady breakin bustas off

Up to bat is da brat and ain't a damn thing soft

About me, no doubt the b-r-a-t

Is all up in that ass for the motherfuckin ninety's

So funkdafied who can be this lady

Brat westside bustin like a 380

From the top of my head to the sole of my feet

Broke down smoked out locced out is she

That bitch that'll hit ya get ya

And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha



(hook)

Fall into the groove of the waxin

Let my music take you high-e-i

Lay back kick it and enjoy the ride

And move that body from side to side

(repeat)



(verse 2)

A real fresh voice over top of low frequency

Is the chain like connection between you and me

Why? cause i got that bump de de bump

And baby you got them humps in your trunk

So it's on (shit)

Lay back nigga we fin to ride

I gotta get high i gotta get mine

Baptized all up in this funky shit

Fired up is that bitch that you just can't with

I got what you need do you wanna fly?

This is your brain on drugs and i

Have been captured taken over by

The captivating strength of the most funkdafied high

It's like fire locked in my bones

Get smoked the fuck out it's the funk bring it on (oh yeah)

And that's how i hit ya

And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha



(hook)



(verse 3)

Hypnotized by a motherfucker puttin it down

It's da brat watch your back when i'm in your town

Cause i gotta be funky i gotta be me

I gotta be that same bitch from the streets

A woman of my clad

Commin up with the motherfucking funk so i know my track

Right, can you feel it do you hear what i hear

Nothin but the funk bumpin up in your ear

Double s-o definitely

So locced out that it's just so s-o crazy

Brat on that ass fallin back once more

Getting filled on full with that shit from the ghetto

You better ask somebody if you don't know

I'm from chicago and you can't fade this ho

And that's how i get ya

And when you bumpin up my shit nigga take the funk wit 'cha



(hook)


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