Da B Side

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri] B Side, B side, haha, check it, huh So So Def, Bad Boy, collaboration (Listen to the B-side) The Notorious B.I.G in the house, huh We got Da Brat in the house (Listen to the B-side) And me, huh, y'all know who I be Check it [Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri] I got that shit all you niggas 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, flossin' I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with (Oy) They thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again Back with the Big and my newfound friend [Verse 2: Da Brat] Sliding in from the front, never way behind Niggas 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 [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Aw, shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable (Uh-huh) Flow make you motherfuckers know Ain't an MC coming close to touch Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so [Chorus: Manuel Seal] Lay on back (listen to the B side, haha), light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want (Everybody just) Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Da Brat] I never knew, niggas never had a clue On who was the king of the street Four deep in the Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat And my nigga just came home from work release Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist Nigga, no human being, Korean or European Be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein' In their draws, because Biggie Smalls Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ... Nigga, close your eyes 'cause you already see The Notorious B-R-uh-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 fuck with her, you got to fuck with me And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ... [Chorus] Lay on back, light up the blunts (as you listen to the B side) As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want [JD] Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ... [Verse 5: Da Brat] I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down The nigga you know who represent them platinum sounds Now baby, Biggie, I done heard that "Juicy" Didn't find nuthin but truth in the hook Be a pleasure to wreck with a notorious nigga, ready to die I jumped in the Benz, took me a little ride Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef And told that nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest We Funkdafied, kicking it live Robin Leach, teach a nigga 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, nigga We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen— [Chorus] Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts As we give you motherfuckers just what you want [Outro: Jermaine Dupri] 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