Mind Blowin'

[Da Brat]
 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 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 motherf**kers gasping for breath
 'cause I'm def so so very its 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
 Chorus:
 Man: Mind blowin'... do do do do do do do
 JD: On and on til the break of dawn
 See the beats don't 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
 I'll make you neck snap back
 [Da Brat]
 My shit is what the niggas like
 Gangsta as funk is all we write
 Well it ain't got no slang if it ain't got no funk
 And you shit ain't shit if your shit don't bump
 Did it bump nigga you know what you bound to get
 When you f**kin' with dat shit from a so def bitch
 I kick shit 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 shit fly shit why should I get
 Mixed in a shovel with these other bitches
 Its just me myself my blunts and my click
 Blowin' yo mind with some gangsta shit... 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 don't 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
 I'll make you neck snap back
 [Da Brat]
 Come on come all to this funkdafied gathering
 To see what you ain't seen or go where you ain't 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
 F**ked up by the ways
 I play shit complicated but basic
 I ain't nothing to f**k with and you gotsta face it
 You can't trace '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 where ever I let it though its on on
 To the break of dawn non stop shit though its straight to your dome
 Don't worry 'cause everything is fine
 I'm 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 don't 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
 I'll 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