Verse one: da brat
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back,
With more bounce to the ounce, its da brat-tat-tat-tat,
The funk-keeper, competition sweeper,
Known for makin' speakers bleed, smokin' hella weed,
Givin' ya what you need,
Indeed i'm nice, jewelery full of ice,
The industry ain't been the same since i came and sprinkled my spice,
Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted,
Recognize the gifted and how it's no fuckin' around in the west side district,
Get it twisted if you wanna, choose your destiny,
Leave all that simple shit at home, and bring your fuckin' best for me,
Cause right here playtime stops,
Okay, rhymes flop and all that real deal shit hits tops,
See i'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge,
And there ain't nothin' or nobody that i've barred thus far,
Repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kick it shit,
All the right shit to give a nigga a hit.


Chorus: da brat
If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky,
Put your hands in the air and let's all get high,
Roll up a fat one and pass it around,
Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound,
If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky,
Put your hands in the air and let's all get high,
Roll up a fat one and pass it around,
Lay back wit' the brat just get on down.


Verse two: krayzie bone
Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together,
Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke,
Take it slow, we smokin' junk,
Cause your rollin' wit' mo,
We having a celebration, we doing this all night if you wanna get away,
You can play in my high times,
And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish way,
Well have you thugged it with a thug lately? we krayzie,
And nigga we often got the bud blaze-ay
So if you get high, better get with this crowd,
I bet you wanna get weeded,
Fuck wit' your thugs out of cleveland,
Stay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiending,
Now can you feel this connect with so so def, mo thugs,
My squad and your posse, my nigga we gonna be alright,
So come around everybody party down, get down,
And let that real shit hit your chest, cause i know when i get that hydro,
Yo nigga thugsta gimme some love,
Can somebody bang and slang your dog with couple of thugs from the cut.


Chorus: krayzie bone
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high,
The sh~t we keep, we got you hypnoitzed,
Ain't nobody dealin' with me,
My nigga billy get your smoke on man,
Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad.


Verse three: da brat
Yeah, but there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action,
Certified platinum slashin' bastards,
Draw shit faster than eastwood, you wish you could be like me,
I broke the mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see,
Leave synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps,
Get deeper than the abyss, watch me and your nigga creep,
Sky's the limits, dim them lights cause krayzie got the hydro,
Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow,
We non-fictional characters, carry grudges till its dealt with,
Underestimate the wrong bitch, and get your shit split,
You better light a splife and mind your muthafuckin' business,
Or get that ass put in the witness protection program,
Till i'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level,
Blindin' with the vvs rocks possessin' like the devil,
Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep sagante' in the glove box,
Puffin' with crooked cops,
And can't nothin' hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop.


Outro: krayzie bone
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high,
Go on, get high, get high, get high,
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high,
Go on, get high, get high, get high,
You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly,
Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high,
Go on, get high, get high, get high.

Composição: Da Brat / Jerome Dupri / R. Troutman