Uh
And that's the story, no life no more, just the loss
Caught up in between the negative and positive force
Carmen Brown, sad tale of a life cut short
Who will take the responsibility when the guns go off?
On one side you have Hill, he got to live with the guilt
Is he the one that she needed or the one that got a kill?
Or is it Carmen to blame for her own downfall?
Did she play with his heart and never loved him at all?
It doesn't matter now because she is resting in peace
And all the playas in the game have to live with the grief
It's only now that she's gone, you will truly discover
The Immortal Beloved Carmen Brown, there never be another

[Jermaine Dupri]
If anybody gonna shake the club, y'all know who, ya know
Do they know, ha ha, So So Def
Yeah, we couldn't let it go without doin' a remix
Shh, now club to club
I want y'all to bounce with me, with me, with me, with me
Bounce, Brat, Missy, J.D., come on

[Missy]
Yo, come here baby, let me kiss ya
Let me see what cha' bout when I'm witcha
Let me see what cha' talkin' bout big shot
If you got that dough, can I get some
Let me see that Benz, can I drive, dude
Can I have when I ride right beside you
Oh, side by side, I got my crew
Oh, you act a little funny nigga, fuck you
Cause I'm that bitch with the six shots
Six blocks, big knots, big tick-tocks
Drop tops and shit just won't stop
Y'all flop when Miss drop, I rock [* Dogs Barking *]
I'm gon' get y'all
Bang bang to the boogie, take a picture
Of a hot girl and big time
With a thong, it's on when I hit y'all
That's what I'm lookin' for

[Jermaine Dupri]
Uh, yo
I'm lookin' for a bitch that'll switch that thang
From right to left like no other
Type of girl that'll blow your (Brain)
Wanna rock your (Chain)
Make you wanna take to meet cha' mother
No matter what baby keeps it (Name brand)
Never let a nigga change her (Game plan)
Even though it might look like she switch up
Every night honey fucks with the (Same man)
Hit the mall, get fresh just (Like I do)
Wanna have wild sex just (Like I do)
Bottle to the neck just (Like I do)
That's what I'm lookin' for
She gotta be jazzy
But when she do her thang it's ghetto style
Tellin me, JD, nigga say my name
Like she a new member of Destiny's Child
I like those that got hair but still rock a weave
Know just what to do to make a nigga not leave (Oh)
Know just what to wear to make a nigga go dream
Know just what to say to get the bling
For others she won't but (Will for me)
Come in and pay some of these (Bills for me)
Not just standin' around lookin (Real pretty)
I'm talkin' bout a bitch that'll (Kill for me)

[Hook: J.D.]
Where my thong wearin' shorties at
Got the game down packed
Got they own car, little crib and a dough stack
[All: That's what I'm lookin' for]
They know just what a brotha needs
How to throw it and make him not wanna leave
When it's time to go down, they ain't scared to freak
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin' for]
And where my Proda wearin' shorties who
Claim they don't love you
But anytime you want something done, they do
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin' for]
Them 4, 5, 6 types
Down to do it all night
See that there, is the type of bitch I like
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin for]

[Da Brat]
Oh yeah
See me, I like a big, buff nigga, get tough nigga
Sex me rough till I beg to get up nigga
What's up?
You got a hot cars
I'ma need to ride find (What I'm lookin' for)
To bump these hot boys, let me get the Visa
So I can Discover your MasterCard
Let's cruise the beaches and then park the yacht
At the dock at the beaches
Don't stop, got nothin' but hot releases
A thug by my side cause I need em'
Forget any reason I give
He'll stop a nigga from breathin' cause he lives for me
Dedicated to Brat only
That sexy smile, personality, my (Complextion) give a nigga (Erection)
Condom in the bra for (My protection)
Tell ya at the end and begin it with Shawn
What's my name (Brat)
And I can fuck all night till the break of dawn
Lookin' for me, a thug that's ready to get it on
I'm like an athletic down to sweat
Cause he gotta get it
Cut, split it and wet it, servin' me cause he love to get it
And it tastes so good he'll never forget
Believe me when I spit
It's a party, move yo body, come on

[Missy]
1      
Move your body, move to the music (Yeah)
Grab somebody, keep it movin'
Get up on the dance floor, shake your thang now
Everybody in the club
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin for]

[Hook: Da Brat]
2      
Where my rollie wearin thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But anytime you want something done they do
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin' for]
The ball all night type, frontin', screamin' thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
[ALL: That's what I'm lookin' for]

[Missy repeat 1]

[Da Brat repeat 2]

[Missy repeat 1]

[Da Brat talking]
Shut cho' ass up girl, ha ha
Ya know, I bought me some diamonds
Show em' what cha' bought me
Ya know, I'll show myself off, ya dig ha ha ha
They hate me, ya know they gon' hate me, ha ha oh Lord

[Hook x2]
Take me out to the ballgame
Spend no small change
Now show me off to the people in the crowd man
I like big thangs

[Verse 1]
This chick here gets thicker each year
And I have no fear, what I spit in yo ear
Mommie dearest keepin' it clean and clear
My home base, stick it to ya face and to ya rear
We veer to the left, why
Cause that's how So So Def ride
We run the streets from A-T-L to Chi
We leaves no traces, we just glide
Lay back and switch side to side
We choke on hay all day in the middle of the barn
It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm
Well I'll consider it, maybe
Show me ya tongue baby
And i'm sure that I could make it all gravy
All bases gotta be loaded
So I can slide on in, in a Bentley, Benz, or my Rover
Take me out and be my Casanova
Like Levert, and I might convert just to hold ya

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I never get back
I'ma root, root, root for my home team
Cause we always win and it's a shame
That it's one, two, three strikes for you
At the old ballgame
Come on, bet against So So Def, forget it
Your chances of winning
Is lookin' itty bitty so stop grinnin'
You just diggin' a deeper ditch
You hidin' in the dugout from the feature chick
I'll put cha' lights out, pitch fast or slow
Collabo, So So, whatever I spit on
Is goin' goin gone
I'm Sammy Sosa on the vocals
And white socks and afros are my accessories, worth a fortune
Please believe if ya checkin' for me
I got wants and needs that consist of big thangs baby

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Let me tell ya bout So So
You should thank me, I'm no joke
Like the Yankees
I'm so funky, that it's stankie
My wrist so chunky
That people stare at it and be like naw, it can't be
But it is and it shall be forever more
J.D. made me wealthy, now I chase the dough
You can't help me if ya paper low
If you broke it's unhealthy, we can't grow
I'ma be on my own these days
If you don't like it you can go away
Relocate, it's OK, hit the pavement
I'm Chicago Cub'n it and Atlanta Brave'n it
This is my covenant, you can not invade it
And I cannot be faded
So try to just eradicate it from ya brain
Go get a job at the hot dog stand
I need big thangs boo, you don't like that
I don't give a fuck, fuck you

[Hook x6]

[Da Brat talking]
Game right, hit cha' a home run
Strike out a few times, it's all good
You gon' learn something like that
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Hit all three of them bases
And swing it on home baby
So So Def styel, Brat-tat-tat
Hardball, J to the D
Ya dig

Yo, puttin' down, definition
Breakin' motherfuckers off proper like
And all y'all motherfuckers know what I mean

[Hook]
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
For me to knock niggas out the box daily

[?ZZ?]
Get out, watch ya steps and the ol' bucksway
Fire sixteen and we bust an oozy
What side can we ride on, take off your sign or
Fire tech-9 and we bust your car right
Here's one, it bust louder than a normal gun
Here's one, fire one and fire on and on
Ambush, we have bush and we have tech psycho
Run by and rat tat tat at cha' and ya trucko

[Da Brat]
Bumptity bump is that shit that cha' get
When ya listenin' to the sounds of Da Brat (BABY!)
It's like that it's like that ain't no future in frontin'
So to avoid all that I keep bumpin' (AH NIGGA!)
I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Step and get broke up loc
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Puttin' it down, puttin' it down ain't no thang

[Hook]
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
It's the ZZ, it's one to the two to the motherfucking three
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
Puttin' it down puttin' it down ain't no thang to me
(Ain't no thang, ain't no thang)
For me to knock niggas out the box daily

[Verse 2]
Uh, it ain't no thang for me to lay a busta down
Buck a sucker down cause me don't fuck around
With them niggas that be fussin' on that fake shit
I'm on that ill tip nigga, you ain't heard about that real bitch
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Motherfuckers wanna test me, cops wanna arrest me
But fuck that, ya get a hole in ya fuckin' head
I puts it down as a come up with a pinch of Chi
A little dash of the funk and it's funkdafied
As I combine them to get the good funkdafied
Can ya ride with this bitch from the Westside (NIGGA!)
I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Puffin' on that indo smoke
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Back with a motherfucking dope and man

[Hook]
From around the mountain, to the place that chu' call ya block
It's that nigga with no nuts but cha' still on jock
Highly (Why you) why me cause I rap tightly
And ain't no need for you to even try me
From sunrise to sunset I keeps niggas in check
It's the i-itiful, dopest individual
Who gets wreck, for all places and all races
First come, first serve basis
(Ain't no half steppin')
Cause Brat's spittin' shit like an automatic weapon
Ain't no room for no flaws in this click
(Cause the shit that we make is the funky shit)
Ya know (NIGGA!) I ain't no motherfucking joke (NIGGA!)
Step and get broke up loc
How I came in is how I'm goin' out (With a bang)
Puttin' down puttin down cause it ain't no thang

[Hook with ad-libs repeated to fade]

Yeah
A classic story be told,
Carmen a hip hopera watch the drama unfold
The tragic tale of a girl
Tryin' to capture the gold
With a free spirit, brothers strady tryin' to hold
What would you do for love? (uh huh)
Is the cost too much?
Or the object of your desire you're tryin' to touch
Sometimes beauty it best observed from a far
Rise and fall with a star, as we face the cause