[{"id":7184107,"name":"Hands In the Air","trackName":"Hands In the Air","artistName":"Da Brat","albumName":"Unrestricted","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\nBut I want em to keep on watchin me\nI'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\nI always feel like\nSomebody's watchin me, watchin me\nCould it be the way I'm still tight?\nNiggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\nThe, whole world got too much money for me\nTo not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\nRock harder than the one from So-So\nI never go broke broke\nI keep comin with the vocals that make most know\nWhy the fuck I boast, boast and brag\nWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?\nIn fact, I knew how\nWatch when I back the Coupe out\nCan niggas just troop out\nThe same way they do when I show you Brat\nWith a little bit of boobs out\nAnd her big ass protrude out\nGet the news out\nSome of you bitches lose out\nWhen the sexiness ooze out\nLike orgasms, I'm the best at this\nThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shit\nIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\nYou gotta pay a bitch\nCause I be stayin rich\nI ain't quittin, quittin\n\nWay before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\nThrow yo hands in the air like you dont care\nThis fo niggas and bitches everywhere\nForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em\nAnd make em say, say\nHands in the air, from side to side\nForever im high, high\n\nTogether we ride, ride\nI'm never too tired\nTo get that paper, baby\n\n(Da Brat)\nIf y'all wanna see me, see me\nIm give y'all somethin to look look at\nMake a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\nBurn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag\nIt's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon\nI ain't lackin lackin on shit\nOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit\nI'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\nAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll\nRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow\nDon't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\nSee you when I shine, I glow, glow\nFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\nAnd I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\nGuns ready to blaze and to leave with you\nSome of the ones run\nI can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n\nStay out the way when I come come\nIt's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\nAnd put a hump in ya back\nIf niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n(Mystikal)\nI keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track\nYou can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\nThe bass dont thump, we spit on crap\nThat beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\nEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\nI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\nNiggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!\"\nActin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\nStill smoke a nigga under the table\nPut the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases\nInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\nGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\nAnd ya head out ya ass\nAnd keep ya nose out my buisness\nAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD!\nI put em in the trash bag\n\nTwist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n\nI kick em in they raggely ass\nTake money from em and you know I better get some\nI know it ain't fair\nBut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\nThrow ya hands in the air\nAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n(2x, fade out)\n\nTRACK INFO","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hands In the Air\n  artist: Da Brat\n  album: Unrestricted\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  Watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (2x, fade out)\n\n  TRACK INFO\n"},{"id":12739710,"name":"Hands In The Air","trackName":"Hands In The Air","artistName":"Da Brat","albumName":"Unrestricted [by Hillside]","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\nBut I want em to keep on watchin me\nI'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\nI always feel like\nSomebody's watchin me, watchin me\nCould it be the way I'm still tight?\nNiggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\nThe, whole world got too much money for me\nTo not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\nRock harder than the one from So-So\nI never go broke broke\nI keep comin with the vocals that make most know\nWhy the fuck I boast, boast and brag\nWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?\nIn fact, I knew how\nWatch when I back the Coupe out\nCan niggas just troop out\nThe same way they do when I show you Brat\nWith a little bit of boobs out\nAnd her big ass protrude out\nGet the news out\nSome of you bitches lose out\nWhen the sexiness ooze out\nLike orgasms, I'm the best at this\nThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shit\nIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\nYou gotta pay a bitch\nCause I be stayin rich\nI ain't quittin, quittin\n\nWay before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\nThrow yo hands in the air like you dont care\nThis fo niggas and bitches everywhere\nForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em\nAnd make em say, say\nHands in the air, from side to side\nForever im high, high\n\nTogether we ride, ride\nI'm never too tired\nTo get that paper, baby\n\n(Da Brat)\nIf y'all wanna see me, see me\nIm give y'all somethin to look look at\nMake a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\nBurn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag\nIt's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon\nI ain't lackin lackin on shit\nOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit\nI'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\nAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll\nRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow\nDon't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\nSee you when I shine, I glow, glow\nFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\nAnd I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\nGuns ready to blaze and to leave with you\nSome of the ones run\nI can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n\nStay out the way when I come come\nIt's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\nAnd put a hump in ya back\nIf niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n(Mystikal)\nI keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track\nYou can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\nThe bass dont thump, we spit on crap\nThat beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\nEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\nI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\nNiggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!\"\nActin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\nStill smoke a nigga under the table\nPut the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases\nInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\nGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\nAnd ya head out ya ass\nAnd keep ya nose out my buisness\nAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD!\nI put em in the trash bag\n\nTwist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n\nI kick em in they raggely ass\nTake money from em and you know I better get some\nI know it ain't fair\nBut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\nThrow ya hands in the air\nAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n(2x, fade out)\n\nTRACK INFO","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hands In The Air\n  artist: Da Brat\n  album: Unrestricted [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  Watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (2x, fade out)\n\n  TRACK INFO\n"},{"id":16763620,"name":"Hands In The Air","trackName":"Hands In The Air","artistName":"Brat, Da & Mystikal","albumName":"Unrestricted","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Da Brat)\nNiggas always watchin me (funky!)\nBut I want em to keep on watchin me\nI'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\nI always feel like\nSomebody's watchin me, watchin me\nCould it be the way I'm still tight?\nNiggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\nThe, whole world got too much money for me\nTo not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\nRock harder than the one from So-So\nI never go broke broke\nI keep comin with the vocals that make most know\nWhy the fuck I boast, boast and brag\nWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?\nIn fact, I knew how\nwatch when I back the Coupe out\nCan niggas just troop out\nThe same way they do when I show you Brat\nWith a little bit of boobs out\nAnd her big ass protrude out\nGet the news out\nSome of you bitches lose out\nWhen the sexiness ooze out\nLike orgasms, I'm the best at this\nThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shit\nIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\nYou gotta pay a bitch\nCause I be stayin rich\nI ain't quittin, quittin\nWay before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n(chorus)\nThrow yo hands in the air like you dont care\nThis fo niggas and bitches everywhere\nForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\nem\nAnd make em say, say\nHands in the air, from side to side\nForever im high, high\nTogether we ride, ride\nI'm never too tired\nTo get that paper, baby\n\n(Da Brat)\nIf y'all wanna see me, see me\nIm give y'all somethin to look look at\nMake a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\nBurn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\nsag\nIt's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\nwagon\nI ain't lackin lackin on shit\nOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\nthat fit fit\nI'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\nAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\nroll\nRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\nslow\nDon't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\nSee you when I shine, I glow, glow\nFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\nAnd I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\nGuns ready to blaze and to leave with you\nSome of the ones run\nI can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\nStay out the way when I come come\nIt's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\nAnd put a hump in ya back\nIf niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n(chorus)\n\n(Mystikal)\nI keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\nthe track\nYou can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\nThe bass dont thump, we spit on crap\nThat beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\nEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\nI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\nNiggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\nBrat!\"\nActin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\nStill smoke a nigga under the table\nPut the lines in the words and the hooks and the\nphrases\nInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\nGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\nAnd ya head out ya ass\nAnd keep ya nose out my buisness\nAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\nMAD!\nI put em in the trash bag\nTwist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\nI kick em in they raggely ass\nTake money from em and you know I better get\nsome\nI know it ain't fair\nbut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\nThrow ya hands in the air\nAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n(chorus 2x, fade out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hands In The Air\n  artist: Brat, Da & Mystikal\n  album: Unrestricted\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Da Brat)\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  (chorus)\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\n  em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\n  sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\n  wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\n  that fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\n  roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\n  slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\n  the track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\n  Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the\n  phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\n  MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get\n  some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (chorus 2x, fade out)\n"},{"id":11738108,"name":"Hands In The Air","trackName":"Hands In The Air","artistName":"Da Brat & Mystikal","albumName":"Unrestricted","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Da Brat)\nNiggas always watchin me (funky!)\nBut I want em to keep on watchin me\nI'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\nI always feel like\nSomebody's watchin me, watchin me\nCould it be the way I'm still tight?\nNiggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\nThe, whole world got too much money for me\nTo not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\nRock harder than the one from So-So\nI never go broke broke\nI keep comin with the vocals that make most know\nWhy the fuck I boast, boast and brag\nWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?\nIn fact, I knew how\nwatch when I back the Coupe out\nCan niggas just troop out\nThe same way they do when I show you Brat\nWith a little bit of boobs out\nAnd her big ass protrude out\nGet the news out\nSome of you bitches lose out\nWhen the sexiness ooze out\nLike orgasms, I'm the best at this\nThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shit\nIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\nYou gotta pay a bitch\nCause I be stayin rich\nI ain't quittin, quittin\nWay before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n(chorus)\nThrow yo hands in the air like you dont care\nThis fo niggas and bitches everywhere\nForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\nem\nAnd make em say, say\nHands in the air, from side to side\nForever im high, high\nTogether we ride, ride\nI'm never too tired\nTo get that paper, baby\n\n(Da Brat)\nIf y'all wanna see me, see me\nIm give y'all somethin to look look at\nMake a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\nBurn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\nsag\nIt's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\nwagon\nI ain't lackin lackin on shit\nOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\nthat fit fit\nI'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\nAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\nroll\nRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\nslow\nDon't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\nSee you when I shine, I glow, glow\nFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\nAnd I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\nGuns ready to blaze and to leave with you\nSome of the ones run\nI can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\nStay out the way when I come come\nIt's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\nAnd put a hump in ya back\nIf niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n(chorus)\n\n(Mystikal)\nI keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\nthe track\nYou can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\nThe bass dont thump, we spit on crap\nThat beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\nEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\nI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\nNiggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\nBrat!\"\nActin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\nStill smoke a nigga under the table\nPut the lines in the words and the hooks and the\nphrases\nInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\nGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\nAnd ya head out ya ass\nAnd keep ya nose out my buisness\nAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\nMAD!\nI put em in the trash bag\nTwist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\nI kick em in they raggely ass\nTake money from em and you know I better get\nsome\nI know it ain't fair\nbut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\nThrow ya hands in the air\nAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n(chorus 2x, fade out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hands In The Air\n  artist: Da Brat & Mystikal\n  album: Unrestricted\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Da Brat)\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  (chorus)\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\n  em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\n  sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\n  wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\n  that fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\n  roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\n  slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\n  the track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\n  Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the\n  phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\n  MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get\n  some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (chorus 2x, fade out)\n"},{"id":16556288,"name":"Hands In The Air (feat. Mystikal)","trackName":"Hands In The Air (feat. Mystikal)","artistName":"Da Brat","albumName":"Unrestricted","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Da Brat)\nNiggas always watchin me (funky!)\nBut I want em to keep on watchin me\nI'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\nI always feel like\nSomebody's watchin me, watchin me\nCould it be the way I'm still tight?\nNiggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\nThe, whole world got too much money for me\nTo not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\nRock harder than the one from So-So\nI never go broke broke\nI keep comin with the vocals that make most know\nWhy the fuck I boast, boast and brag\nWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?\nIn fact, I knew how\nwatch when I back the Coupe out\nCan niggas just troop out\nThe same way they do when I show you Brat\nWith a little bit of boobs out\nAnd her big ass protrude out\nGet the news out\nSome of you bitches lose out\nWhen the sexiness ooze out\nLike orgasms, I'm the best at this\nThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shit\nIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\nYou gotta pay a bitch\nCause I be stayin rich\nI ain't quittin, quittin\nWay before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n(chorus)\nThrow yo hands in the air like you dont care\nThis fo niggas and bitches everywhere\nForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\nem\nAnd make em say, say\nHands in the air, from side to side\nForever im high, high\nTogether we ride, ride\nI'm never too tired\nTo get that paper, baby\n\n(Da Brat)\nIf y'all wanna see me, see me\nIm give y'all somethin to look look at\nMake a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\nBurn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\nsag\nIt's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\nwagon\nI ain't lackin lackin on shit\nOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\nthat fit fit\nI'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\nAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\nroll\nRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\nslow\nDon't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\nSee you when I shine, I glow, glow\nFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\nAnd I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\nGuns ready to blaze and to leave with you\nSome of the ones run\nI can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\nStay out the way when I come come\nIt's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\nAnd put a hump in ya back\nIf niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n(chorus)\n\n(Mystikal)\nI keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\nthe track\nYou can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\nThe bass dont thump, we spit on crap\nThat beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\nEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\nI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\nNiggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\nBrat!\"\nActin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\nStill smoke a nigga under the table\nPut the lines in the words and the hooks and the\nphrases\nInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\nGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\nAnd ya head out ya ass\nAnd keep ya nose out my buisness\nAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\nMAD!\nI put em in the trash bag\nTwist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\nI kick em in they raggely ass\nTake money from em and you know I better get\nsome\nI know it ain't fair\nbut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\nThrow ya hands in the air\nAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n(chorus 2x, fade out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hands In The Air (feat. Mystikal)\n  artist: Da Brat\n  album: Unrestricted\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Da Brat)\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  (chorus)\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\n  em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\n  sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\n  wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\n  that fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\n  roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\n  slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\n  the track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\n  Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the\n  phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\n  MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get\n  some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (chorus 2x, fade out)\n"},{"id":3150102,"name":"Hands In The Air","trackName":"Hands In The Air","artistName":"Da Brat feat. Mystikal","albumName":"Unrestricted","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Da Brat)\nNiggas always watchin me (funky!)\nBut I want em to keep on watchin me\nI'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\nI always feel like\nSomebody's watchin me, watchin me\nCould it be the way I'm still tight?\nNiggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\nThe, whole world got too much money for me\nTo not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\nRock harder than the one from So-So\nI never go broke broke\nI keep comin with the vocals that make most know\nWhy the fuck I boast, boast and brag\nWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?\nIn fact, I knew how\nWatch when I back the Coupe out\nCan niggas just troop out\nThe same way they do when I show you Brat\nWith a little bit of boobs out\nAnd her big ass protrude out\nGet the news out\nSome of you bitches lose out\nWhen the sexiness ooze out\nLike orgasms, I'm the best at this\nThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shit\nIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\nYou gotta pay a bitch\nCause I be stayin rich\nI ain't quittin, quittin\nWay before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n(Chorus)\nThrow yo hands in the air like you dont care\nThis fo niggas and bitches everywhere\nForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\nEm\nAnd make em say, say\nHands in the air, from side to side\nForever im high, high\nTogether we ride, ride\nI'm never too tired\nTo get that paper, baby\n\n(Da Brat)\nIf y'all wanna see me, see me\nIm give y'all somethin to look look at\nMake a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\nBurn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\nSag\nIt's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\nWagon\nI ain't lackin lackin on shit\nOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\nThat fit fit\nI'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\nAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\nRoll\nRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\nSlow\nDon't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\nSee you when I shine, I glow, glow\nFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\nAnd I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\nGuns ready to blaze and to leave with you\nSome of the ones run\nI can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\nStay out the way when I come come\nIt's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\nAnd put a hump in ya back\nIf niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Mystikal)\nI keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\nThe track\nYou can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\nThe bass dont thump, we spit on crap\nThat beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\nEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\nI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\nNiggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\nBrat!\"\nActin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\nStill smoke a nigga under the table\nPut the lines in the words and the hooks and the\nPhrases\nInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\nGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\nAnd ya head out ya ass\nAnd keep ya nose out my buisness\nAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\nMAD!\nI put em in the trash bag\nTwist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\nI kick em in they raggely ass\nTake money from em and you know I better get\nSome\nI know it ain't fair\nBut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\nThrow ya hands in the air\nAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n(Chorus 2x, fade out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hands In The Air\n  artist: Da Brat feat. Mystikal\n  album: Unrestricted\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Da Brat)\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  Watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  (Chorus)\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\n  Em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\n  Sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\n  Wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\n  That fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\n  Roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\n  Slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\n  The track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\n  Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the\n  Phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\n  MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get\n  Some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (Chorus 2x, fade out)\n"},{"id":37872070,"name":"Hands In The Air","trackName":"Hands In The Air","artistName":"Da Brat featuring Mystikal","albumName":"Unrestricted","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Da Brat)\nNiggas always watchin me (funky!)\nBut I want em to keep on watchin me\nI'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\nI always feel like\nSomebody's watchin me, watchin me\nCould it be the way I'm still tight?\nNiggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\nThe, whole world got too much money for me\nTo not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\nRock harder than the one from So-So\nI never go broke broke\nI keep comin with the vocals that make most know\nWhy the fuck I boast, boast and brag\nWhy should I look sad that I got some loot now?\nIn fact, I knew how\nwatch when I back the Coupe out\nCan niggas just troop out\nThe same way they do when I show you Brat\nWith a little bit of boobs out\nAnd her big ass protrude out\nGet the news out\nSome of you bitches lose out\nWhen the sexiness ooze out\nLike orgasms, I'm the best at this\nThrowin tantrums when I move into makin shit\nIf you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\nYou gotta pay a bitch\nCause I be stayin rich\nI ain't quittin, quittin\nWay before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n(chorus)\nThrow yo hands in the air like you dont care\nThis fo niggas and bitches everywhere\nForever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\nem\nAnd make em say, say\nHands in the air, from side to side\nForever im high, high\nTogether we ride, ride\nI'm never too tired\nTo get that paper, baby\n\n(Da Brat)\nIf y'all wanna see me, see me\nIm give y'all somethin to look look at\nMake a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\nBurn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\nsag\nIt's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\nwagon\nI ain't lackin lackin on shit\nOpen ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\nthat fit fit\nI'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\nAnd get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\nroll\nRoll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\nslow\nDon't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\nSee you when I shine, I glow, glow\nFrom the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\nAnd I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\nGuns ready to blaze and to leave with you\nSome of the ones run\nI can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\nStay out the way when I come come\nIt's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\nAnd put a hump in ya back\nIf niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n(chorus)\n\n(Mystikal)\nI keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\nthe track\nYou can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\nThe bass dont thump, we spit on crap\nThat beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\nEverytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\nI be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n(?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\nNiggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\nBrat!\"\nActin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\nStill smoke a nigga under the table\nPut the lines in the words and the hooks and the\nphrases\nInstead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\nGet ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\nAnd ya head out ya ass\nAnd keep ya nose out my buisness\nAnd I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\nMAD!\nI put em in the trash bag\nTwist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\nI kick em in they raggely ass\nTake money from em and you know I better get\nsome\nI know it ain't fair\nbut I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\nThrow ya hands in the air\nAs high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n(chorus 2x, fade out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hands In The Air\n  artist: Da Brat featuring Mystikal\n  album: Unrestricted\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Da Brat)\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  (chorus)\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\n  em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\n  sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\n  wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\n  that fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\n  roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\n  slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\n  the track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\n  Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the\n  phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\n  MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get\n  some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (chorus 2x, fade out)\n"},{"id":21436576,"name":"Hands In The Air (feat. 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Mystikal) (Explicit Version)\n  artist: Da Brat\n  album: Unrestricted\n  duration_ms: 228920\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Da Brat)\n  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)\n  But I want em to keep on watchin me\n  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)\n\n  I always feel like\n  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me\n  Could it be the way I'm still tight?\n  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me\n\n  The, whole world got too much money for me\n  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe\n  Rock harder than the one from So-So\n  I never go broke broke\n  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know\n  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag\n  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?\n  In fact, I knew how\n  watch when I back the Coupe out\n  Can niggas just troop out\n  The same way they do when I show you Brat\n  With a little bit of boobs out\n  And her big ass protrude out\n  Get the news out\n  Some of you bitches lose out\n  When the sexiness ooze out\n  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this\n  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit\n  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites\n  You gotta pay a bitch\n  Cause I be stayin rich\n  I ain't quittin, quittin\n  Way before \"Funkdafied\" I was spittin, spittin\n\n  (chorus)\n  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care\n  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere\n  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on\n  em\n  And make em say, say\n  Hands in the air, from side to side\n  Forever im high, high\n  Together we ride, ride\n  I'm never too tired\n  To get that paper, baby\n\n  (Da Brat)\n  If y'all wanna see me, see me\n  Im give y'all somethin to look look at\n  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat\n  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still\n  sag\n  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon,\n  wagon\n  I ain't lackin lackin on shit\n  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes\n  that fit fit\n  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit\n  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie\n  roll\n  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow\n  slow\n  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks\n  See you when I shine, I glow, glow\n  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4\n  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me\n  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you\n  Some of the ones run\n  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump\n  Stay out the way when I come come\n  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh\n  And put a hump in ya back\n  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  (Mystikal)\n  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on\n  the track\n  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that\n  The bass dont thump, we spit on crap\n  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat\n  Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap\n\n  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap\n  (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)\n\n  Niggas say, \"I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da\n  Brat!\"\n  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper\n  Still smoke a nigga under the table\n  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the\n  phrases\n  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin\n  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth\n  And ya head out ya ass\n  And keep ya nose out my buisness\n  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get\n  MAD!\n  I put em in the trash bag\n  Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday\n  I kick em in they raggely ass\n  Take money from em and you know I better get\n  some\n  I know it ain't fair\n  but I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears\n  Throw ya hands in the air\n  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!\n\n  (chorus 2x, fade out)\n"}]