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, it's 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 It's like asthma, motherfuckers gaspin' for breath 'Cause I'm Def So So, very it's 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 Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo On and on till the break of dawn You see the beat don't stop until the early morn' (ooh, yeah) Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes to the Brat-tat-tat-tat, I'll make your neck snap back (ooh, yeah) My shit is what the niggas like Gangster as funk is all we write Well, it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk And your shit ain't shit if your shit don't bump Did it bump? Nigga, you know what you're bound to get When you're fuckin' with that shit from a So Def bitch I kick shit in a pitch only cheese can see Pack funk like sweeninin' pack tallacy It's me that Brat, so ease on back And let me slide on up to the top of the stack (lye) From 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? It's just (word) Me, myself, my blunts and my clique Blowin' yo' mind with some gangsta shit (oh, yeah) Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo On and on till the break of dawn You see the beat don't stop until the early morn' (ooh, yeah) Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes to the Brat-tat-tat-tat, I'll make your neck snap back (ooh, yeah) Come one, come all to this funkdafied gatherin' To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't been It's where I take you with my fantastic tactics Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics I obliviate the mind leavin' you in daze For days, fucked up by the ways I play shit, complicated but basic I ain't nothin' to fuck with and you gots to face it You can't trace it, '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 wherever I let it though It's on, on to the break of dawn Non-stop shit though it's straight to your dome Don't worry, 'cause everything is fine I'm fired up and you done lost your mind (giggles) Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo On and on till the break of dawn You see the beat don't stop until the early morn' (ooh, yeah) Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes to the Brat-tat-tat-tat, I'll make your neck snap back (ooh, yeah) Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo Ooh, yeah Mind blowin' Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo Ooh, yeah On and on till the break of dawn You see the beat don't stop until the early morn' It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes to the Brat-tat-tat-tat, I'll make your neck snap back On and on till the break of dawn You see the beat don't stop until the early morn' It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes to the Brat-tat-tat-tat, I'll make your neck snap back