Listen to Funkdafied by Da Brat

Funkdafied

Da Brat

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Da Brat
Da Brat
Vocals
Manuel Seal
Manuel Seal
Background Vocals
JD
JD
Vocals
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Songwriter
Ernest Isley
Ernest Isley
Songwriter
Rudolph Isley
Rudolph Isley
Songwriter
Marvin Isley
Marvin Isley
Songwriter
Christopher Jasper
Christopher Jasper
Songwriter
Shawntae Harris
Shawntae Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manuel Seal
Manuel Seal
Co-Producer
M 2 Da T 2 Da M
M 2 Da T 2 Da M
Executive Producer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Vic Anesini
Vic Anesini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Baptized in the funk Yeah, so funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat, on that ass So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied Open up, open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name J and his new found friend I'm hittin' switches like Eric on the solo creep For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T Puttin' the dip in your hip from right to left It's the ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so Def Nigga that's my click, nigga that's who I rolls with And we kicks nothing but the fat shit Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic With the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk with (Why?) Because we so funkdafied (Why?) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G-H da E-T-T-O, nigga Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin' And freak this duet just like Ashford and Simpson 'Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes the Brat tat-tat-tat I got the shit to make your neck snap back Meaning I got the shit that a get'cha bent Tear the roof off this mutha like Parliament I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, dammit Brat, you're the funk bandit and they can't handle it I know, that's why I keep hittin' 'em with this grammar Lettin' niggas know that I'm the real mama jama Straight to the head like a chronic sack I pass the mic to the Brat And yo I passed it back Well, a sistas and fellas It's time to get your groove on I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move, homes Breaking these fools off proper like It's S-O S-O D-E-F dynamite Humunah, humunah, comin' up at cha like Ralph K And since this ain't no honeymoon, I'm here to stay And the way we comin' at cha Baby we can't miss There's a new Tag Team in town Nigga, whoomp, there it is So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkdafied
Writer(s): Rudolph Isley, Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Christopher Jasper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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