Mind Blowin'

Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands
To the ****** in the back clap your hands
And to the *****es in the front with the blunts its 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
Its like asthma ************s gasping for breath
cause Im def so so very its scary
Never teary and what I kick is necessary
cause ******** irritates the ear
Thats why Im here in the clear have no fear
Dont worry cause everything is fine
Just fire me up and watch you lose your mind
Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats dont stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
Ill make you neck snap back
[Da Brat]
My **** is what the ****** like
Gangsta as funk is all we write
Well it aint got no slang if it aint got no funk
And you **** aint **** if your **** dont bump
Did it bump ***** you know what you bound to get
When you ****in with dat **** from a so def *****
I kick **** in a pitch only cheese can see
Pack funk like sweeninin pack tallacy
Its me that Brat so ease on back
And let me slide on up to the top of the stack
Fron the westside def side is my crew
Chant a wicked verse and rip your neck off like voodoo
My **** fly **** why should I get
Mixed in a shovel with these other *****es
Its just me myself my blunts and my click
Blowin yo mind with some gangsta ****...oh yea
Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats dont stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
Ill make you neck snap back
[Da Brat]
Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering
To see what you aint seen or go where you aint been
Its where I take you with my fantastic tactics
Exciting like gymnastics and harder than mathematics
I obliviate the mind leaving you in daze for days
****ed up by the ways
I play **** complicated but basic
I aint nothing to **** with and you gotsta face it
You cant trace cause aint no outline you cant out rhyme
You cant route yours like I route mine
Energetical funkadelical made for the radio
cause stereo where ever I let it though its on on
To the break of dawn non stop **** though its straight to your dome
Dont worry cause everything is fine
Im fired up and you done lost your mind
Chorus:
Man: Mind blowin...... do do do do do do do
JD: On and on til the break of dawn
See the beats dont stop til the early morn
Man: Mind blowin...... do do do do do do do
Brat: Its like that and as a matter of fact
When it come to the brat tat tat tat
Ill make you neck snap back
- then chorus without JD and Brat
- then chorus without Man and Brat
- then chorus without Man and JD
- then chorus without Man and Brat
- then chorus without Man and JD