[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 motherfuckers gasping for breath
  Cuz I'm def so so very its scary
  Never teary and what I kick is necessary
  Cuz bullshit irritates the ear
  That's why I'm here in the clear have no fear
  Don't worry cuz 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 fuckin' 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
  Fucked up by the ways
  I play shit complicated but basic
  I ain't nothing to fuck with and you gotsta face it
  You can't trace cuz ain't no outline you can't out rhyme
  You can't route yours like I route mine
  Energetical funkadelical made for the radio
  Cuz 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 cuz 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