World Premiere Lyrics - Da Brat

Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man 

Some fine ass girl walked by 

And she was lookin, I'm lookin back 

She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" 

I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon 

Them is Michael Jordan's baby 

She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with 

A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer 

The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King 

Uh, holla at 'em 

Brooklyn is what I'm reppin 

Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction 

Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections 

Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention 

I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin 

Cross my path, shots blast instant 

Extort your ass the kid got henchmens 

The whole Brooklyn for instance 

Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin 

A best seller's what I'm inkin 

Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin 

Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em 

Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em 

Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast 

Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash 

I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash 

is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast 

Yeah, uh huh 

Yo, You really don't want to get hit 

Hot lid when I empty the clip 

Drop kid if you droppin your lip 

Never know enough about but I talk shit 

You must want to eat up my clit 

Everything we ever did on is sick 

We don't have a party, we rich 

We cut it up with anybody we with 

And I'm the main one, havin to fit 

Can't nobody do it like this 

I got a gat by the side like my man Big 

Stand out on that song he did with me 

You feelin the presence of So So Def 

Rest assure we gettin the money 

crush your label there's no more left 

Just fables fictional characters I 

Stay away from those who 

embellish the truth and LIE 

I'm kickin the same shit you been 

used to since "Funkdafied" 

Let your mind escape, you laid 

away back and enjoy the RIDE 

Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays 

Shoot all my Tequila straight 

Catch me at the bar of the bay 

I might even buy you a little drank 

We been choppin paper for years 

Ain't scared of you niggaz out here 

Some of ya'll might think we disappear 

But everytime the resurgence is clear 

Yo, yo 

Brooklyn has to be two of the illest 

Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it 

Like I want to do it, like I do it 

When I done it 

PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine 

Just rhymin with Benz or 

present with the Coupe-a 

Drive my lifestyle down 

I'm between lines and my new slip 

2003, M.O.P. nigga you see 

My fundamentals of a street life nigga 

Cuffin her hair, have it over left 

nothin to fear, BIATCH! 

Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! 

(COME OUT AND PLAY)