Da Brat - Sittin' On Top Of The World

Intro: Da Brat & Manuel Seal
Sittin` on top of the world...
Huh, I done heard this shit. You wanna know what the fuck I heard bitch?


Verse One: Da Brat
I heard you wanna carbon copy me, not possible to succeed,
Bustin` niggas knee caps, cause greed is fuckin` with weed,
Give me more chedder than ellie, no Hillbilly from Beverly,
Heavily sedated, still hated and Rated R,
You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall,
I got the sure shot method, guaranteed to make a nigga pause,
Peep the cars I`m in, uncountable amount of Benjamin`s, Benzes for all my friends,
If it don`t make dollars, you ain`t makin` no fuckin` sense,
Get relentless when it comes to stackin` chips and shit,
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory,
Unloaded at the end of the story,
I`m on top of the world, nigga...


Chorus: Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal
Sittin` on top of the world, sittin` on top of the world,
With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin` on a blunt,
Sippin` Hennessey and Coke, givin` ya what you want.
Sittin` on top of the world, sittin` on top of the world,
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin` baby,
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump.


Verse Two: Da Brat
Its the number one contender, So So Def member known as Brat,
Girlfriend offender because the mans think I`m all that,
Crystal in my lap, chronic chokin` me,
Niggas hopin` we fall off, but we won`t, we don`t,
All we do is keep fuckin` it up,
While all you do is keep lookin` at us,
Known evidence is that I dispense hits,
And make more house quakes than Prince,
Leavin` muthafuckas dense, one of the baddest bitches on the planet,
Act like you know, its the funk bandit, damnit, and you can`t stand it,
You can run, but you can`t hide from this bad mannered individual,
Gal from the West Side, hit `em up,
I came quick, stick like the bottom of some ostrich,
Holdin` your fans hostage from your bullshit,
And its written all over your face, you want my space,
But ain`t got what it takes to take my place.


Chorus: Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal
Sittin` on top of the world, sittin` on top of the world,
With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin` on a blunt,
Sippin` Hennessey and Coke, givin` ya what you want.
Sittin` on top of the world, sittin` on top of the world,
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin` baby,
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump.


Verse Three: Da Brat
Now best believe, I got more tricks up my sleeve than that silly rabbit,
All day dream about cheese and how I gots to have it,
Got a weed habit, but I`m still on point,
One of the most wanted to rock off somebody`s joints,
It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower, the rough rhyme thrower,
Muthafuckas can`t see, ridin` drop top roadsters,
Fuck all that gold stuff, only triangles dangle when I bust,
You see, niggas round town talked this and that,
Said I sound like the Pound and my shit was wack,
Dropped the album Funkdafied and you thought it was bold,
But thirty days later the LP went gold.


Chorus: Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri, & Manuel Seal
Sittin` on top of the world, sittin` on top of the world,
With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin` on a blunt,
Sippin` Hennessey and Coke, givin` ya what you want.
Sittin` on top of the world, sittin` on top of the world,
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin` baby,
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump.


Outro: Manuel Seal
Sitting... ohh yaa... sitting... down wit` my girl...