May Da Funk Be Wit cha Lyrics by Da Brat

May Da Funk Be Wit cha Lyrics


    (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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