Mind Blowin' (Clean Version)

[Da Brat] Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands To the niggas in the back clap your hands And to the bitches in the front with the blunts its time to dance So get your ass up out your seats And get down to the sounds of the B R A T Now me I be she with the funk Puttin' the Holyfield beatin on the ass in your trunk Now as the rhythm and the rhyme connect Its like asthma motherf**kers gasping for breath 'cause I'm def so so very its scary Never teary and what I kick is necessary 'cause bullshit irritates the ear That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear Don't worry 'cause everything is fine Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind Chorus: Man: Mind blowin'... do do do do do do do JD: On and on til the break of dawn See the beats don't stop til the early morn Man: Mind blowin'... do do do do do do do Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back [Da Brat] My shit is what the niggas like Gangsta as funk is all we write Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk And you shit ain't shit if your shit don't bump Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get When you f**kin' with dat shit from a so def bitch I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy Its me that Brat so ease on back And let me slide on up to the top of the stack Fron the westside def side is my crew Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo My shit fly shit why should I get Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches Its just me myself my blunts and my click Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit... oh yea Chorus: Man: Mind blowin'... do do do do do do do JD: On and on til the break of dawn See the beats don't stop til the early morn Man: Mind blowin'... do do do do do do do Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back [Da Brat] Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days F**ked up by the ways I play shit complicated but basic I ain't nothing to f**k with and you gotsta face it You can't trace 'cause ain't no outline you can't out rhyme You can't route yours like I route mine Energetical funkadelical made for the radio 'cause stereo where ever I let it though its on on To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome Don't worry 'cause everything is fine I'm fired up and you done lost your mind Chorus: Man: Mind blowin'... do do do do do do do JD: On and on til the break of dawn See the beats don't stop til the early morn Man: Mind blowin'... do do do do do do do Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back - then chorus without JD and Brat - then chorus without Man and Brat - then chorus without Man and JD - then chorus without Man and Brat - then chorus without Man and JD