Da Brat f/ Notorious B.I.G. & Jermaine Dupri - Da B Side

Intro: Jermaine Dupri
Da B Side, B Side, haha, check it,
So So Def, Bad Boy, collaboration,
Listen to Da B Side, The Notorious B.I.G. is in the house,
Uhh, we got Da Brat in the house,
Listen to Da B Side, and me?
Y'all know who I be, check it.


Verse One: Jermaine Dupri, Da Brat & The Notorious B.I.G.
I got beats and beats,
That you love to ride to,
Funk from my trunk is what I provide you,
So slide through your hood with me in your deck,
Cause yo, correct way to get your groove on, flossin',
I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid,
Now I be the one that you can't mess wit',
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again,
Back with the B.I.G. and my new found friend,
Sliding in from the front, never way behind,
You're tryin' to figure how I came with this style of mine,
Remain, in your seats as I release the clip into your hip,
Brat and Biggie Smalls,
Oh sh~t, on top of all that, I'm so so,
Remarkable, flow, making competition know,
Ain't an MC coming close to The Notorious B.I.G.,
Baby, baby.


Chorus
Lay all night, night, night, listen to Da B Side,
Everybody just, lay all night, night, night, and listen to Da B Side.


Verse Two: The Notorious B.I.G. & Da Brat
I never knew that you never had a clue on who was the king of the 
street,
More deep than a range rover jeep, guns under the seat,
And my man just came home from work release,
Crystal in my lap, chronic in the air,
Now Biggie pass what's lit like you just don't care,
Yeah, you on my hit list, Biggie burns spliffs,
When I'm pissed, release the rolex from your wrist,
Baby, no human being, Korean or European,
Be singing what we be singing, now they be peeing,
In they drawers, because Biggie Smalls will spark a weed,
Brat-tat-tat please speak,
Just close your eyes, cause you already seen,
Who?, The Notorious B-R-A-T,
The raw combination destination, number one,
Tote a gun with no hesitation,
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie,
Gat by the side, the Smalls by her side,
If you mess with her you gots to mess with me,
And we'll be rapping at your eulogy, baby.


Chorus
Lay all night, night, night, as you listen to Da B Side,
Lay all night, night, night, listen to Da B Side.


Jermaine Dupri
Brat-tat-tat-tat please speak.


Verse Three: Da Brat
I got the funk in my pocket, keep it locked down,
Shorty you know who represents them platinum sound,
Now Biggie, baby, I done heard that Juicy,
Didn't find nuthin' but truth, in the hook,
B, you're pledging to wreck with a Notorious hustler ready to die,
Jump in the Benz, took me a little ride,
Round the mountain, broke a left, hit So So Def,
And told the homey JD I was the one, f~ck the rest,
We funkdafied, kicking it live,
Robin Leach teaching me how to really survive,
Rather it be, track or blunt, ain't no need to front,
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, f~cka,
We come in mass, is clipping ass, my glass is full of moet,
The rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A-T,
Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen.


Chorus
Lay all night, night, night, listen to Da B Side,
Uhh, uhh, gimme what you want, gimme what you want,
Lay all night, night, night, listen to Da B Side,
Oh yeah, hahah, uhh uhh, lay back listen to Da B Side,
Slide, glide, do whatever you want, get out your lighters...