It's Nothing

[JD]

So So Def

1 [JD]

For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard

All you Range Roves, it's nothing

[Da Brat]

So put jams in the tens and pent

Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing

[JD]

For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and

Keep making hits, it's nothing

[Da Brat]

For me to lose a G and bet back three

And let it stack, you know me

[JD]

It's nothing

[JD]

Flat shows, up all gold to watch

This for show, I connect all the dots

Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen

Been where I been, do you even think about

Coming hotter than

You could find me at the T top, C T gray

Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!

I make that, get you real pissed off

Seen a chick first time throw a trick off

That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time

Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it

Like gray flow, like gray dough

Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow

Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through

Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo

Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras

JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz

Repeat 1

[Da Brat]

Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now

Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down

I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna

Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome

Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit

Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique

Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates?

The chain? The wrist?

Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit

Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch

Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out

If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints

Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint

Make they jump out they boxer draws

And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all

Repeat 1

[R.O.C.]

Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?

You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose

What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh

You know what? Hold up, stop the beat

R O C nigga, now drop the beat

Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me

Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary

Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted

Wanna floss?

ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across

Close your mouth hon, I run

Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard

Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks

Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?

Repeat 1

[JD]

So did we make y'all rock?

For me to make y'all rock

For me to make y'all rock

Shit, it's nothing

For me to make y'all rock

For me to make y'all rock

For me to make y'all rock

It's nothing

Ahh