Gotta Thing for You

[Verse 1: Da Brat]

My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me

But I know you very well

So let me tell about Da Brat-ta-ta-ta-ta

I'm light skin, redbone, peanut butter complxion

Very affectionate, very direct

When I'm expressing myself

I'm 5'5", my astrology sign is Aries

Thick in my thighs, 36Bs

Pretty brown eyes, no hair weaves

Put it down with these lucious suckable lips

Making you wanna reach out and touch'em

Come on and give me a kiss

Could it be those hips just pokin' out of my jeans?

I showed them once or twice

And some niggas have become feems

I'm a javouci rocking, hat cockin, blunt smoking

No stopping, weave cocking

With constant heat dropping

Bombs on nonbelievers charming

All the people, they fallin' like Alicia

I'm preaching what I'm speaking

This you ain't used to seeing

So please, believe it, you needin the B to the R muthafucking AT

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]

I guess you wonder where I've been

I search to find the love within

I came back to let you know

I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

[Verse 2: Da Brat]

I'm steppin in the club now ya'll, hey now

Niggas showing me love ya'll, hey now

I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now

Especially my niggas, they got the ooh

I'd be sitting in my car waiting on you to drop off my package

A big zipped locked baggy to support my habit

We'll go together like Roger and Jessica Rabbit

I'm spoiled rotten, I'm rocking pink silk panties at the moment

But I'm sport cotton but jeanie's dreamin' of

Jeanie will blink me to scottie

So he can beam me pump adrenaline into my blook steam

Proceed extremely with caution

I'm probably gleaming

Because my bling bling is worth a fortune

It seems things will never change

So I puffed often cause these days niggas is crazy

You can't pay me to roll without my AK

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]

I guess you wonder where I've been

I search to find the love within

I came back to let you know

I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

(Check it out)

[Verse 3: Da Brat]

I can't let go of this game

I can't let go of this fame

But for sure, before I go

You niggas gonna know my name

'Cause I'm so doogie, one in a million

Cop a brazzillion for the coochie that rides smoothly

Pass the doogie, the dutchie

Rudely interrupted, your regularly scheduled program

I throw down and bust it

There ain't no hoe around touching me

I'm sharper than cutlerly

I slice niggas to itty bitty pieces

I'm steppin in the club now ya'll, hey now

Niggas showing me love ya'll, hey now

I rapp for my thugs ya'll, hey now

Especially my niggas, they got the ooh

[Chorus: Mariah Carey]

I guess you wonder where I've been

I search to find the love within

I came back to let you know

I gotta thing for you and I can't let it go

You know, you know, you know, you know

You know, you know, you know, you know

And I can't let go, I smoke

So, so def

Here we go again for the 2003

B to the RAT