Da B Side (Explicit)

B side B side ha check it So So Def

Bad Boy collaboration the Notorious B I G in the house

We got Da Brat in the house and me

Y'all know who I be check it

I got that s**t all you n***as 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 s**t you can't f**k with

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

Back with the B I G and my newfound friend

Sliding in from the front never way behind

N***as 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 s**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***hes 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 n***as had a clue on who was the king of the street

More deep than a Range Rover jeep guns under the seat

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

Cristal in my lap chronic in the air

N***a pass that s**t like you just don't care

Yeah you on my s**t list Biggie burns spliffs

When I'm pissed release the Rolex from your wrist

N***a no human being Korean or European

Be seein' what B I G be seein' I leave 'em peein'

In they draws because Biggie Smalls is far from weak

Brattattat please speak n***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

Brattattattat please speak

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

The n***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 n***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 n***a JD I was the one f**k the rest

We funkdafied kicking it live

Robin Leach teach a n***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

N***a we comin' mass his pimpin' a*s

His glass is full of Moet the Rolex is barbayed

Parkade B to the R A T

Rolling off swoll on chrome 17

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

Lay back listen to the B side slide glide

Do whatever you want get out your lighters

We be the rhyme writers starters from the heart of College Park

New York Chicago wherever you wanna go