Come and Get Some Lyrics

Da Brat


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, SONY ATV MUSIC PUB LLC
writers: Lenny Kravitz, Jermaine Mauldin Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Lisa Bonet, Chris Kelly
album: Track 7 in album Funkdafied
release date: 1994-6-28
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length: 3:12
mastering: Bernie Grundman
producer: Jermaine Dupri
recording: Phil Tan
guest vocal: Mac Daddy

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Get down... ain't no room to mess around
When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town
I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back
It's that new ***** on the block and I don't slack
Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down)
Now (I know you love how my **** sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
Not that ***** to be ****ed with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing ***** you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that ***
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your *** with a blast
Now (There I go there I go there I go)
(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Cause ain't another ***** (like) this ***** (right) ****

When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some

To be or not to be ****ed with is Da Brat with some gangsta ****
I'm cappin any ***** that step or disrespecting my click
It be the crooked letta O double that once more
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad *** ho
How many *****es do you that kick **** like this *****
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust **** *****s can't **** with
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's
On, till I let them fools disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and *****s get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a **** about what *****s say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
Cause in '94 I be the wrong ***** to **** with

When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some

Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
For so very long
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin all dressed in black
I'm the ***** with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
*****s on my **** cause I got green and I'm a fiend
To the microphone which I'm known to rock
Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
To the king that I may very be
The macadocious A-town player the M-A-C

When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some

Track Listing

  • 1 Da Shit Ya Can't Fuc Wit
  • 2 Fa All Y'all
  • 3 Fire It Up, Celebration Time
  • 4 Funkdafied
  • 5 May da Funk Be Wit 'cha
  • 6 Ain't No Thang
  • 7 Come and Get Some
  • 8 Mind Blowin
  • 9 Give It 2 You