[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]

B Side, B side, haha, check it, huh

So So Def, Bad Boy, collaboration (Listen to the B-side)

The Notorious B.I.G in the house, huh

We got Da Brat in the house (Listen to the B-side)

And me, huh, y'all know who I be

Check it

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri]

I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to

Funk for your trunk is what I provide you

So slide through your hood with me in your deck

'Cause your correct way to get your groove on, flossin'

I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid

Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck with (Oy)

They thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again

Back with the Big and my newfound friend

[Verse 2: Da Brat]

Sliding in from the front, never way behind

Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine

Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip

Brat and Biggie Smalls

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Aw, shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable (Uh-huh)

Flow make you motherfuckers know

Ain't an MC coming close to touch

Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so

[Chorus: Manuel Seal]

Lay on back (listen to the B side, haha), light up the blunts

As we give you motherfuckers just what you want (Everybody just)

Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts

As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Da Brat]

I never knew, niggas never had a clue

On who was the king of the street

Four deep in the Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat

And my nigga just came home from work release

Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air

Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care

Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs

When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist

Nigga, no human being, Korean or European

Be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'

In their draws, because Biggie Smalls

Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...

Nigga, close your eyes 'cause you already see

The Notorious B-R-uh-A-T

The raw combination, the destination

Number one tote a gun with no hesitation

Live with the funkdafied cutie pie

Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side

If you fuck with her, you got to fuck with me

And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

[Chorus]

Lay on back, light up the blunts (as you listen to the B side)

As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts

As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

[JD]

Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak ...

[Verse 5: Da Brat]

I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down

The nigga you know who represent them platinum sounds

Now baby, Biggie, I done heard that "Juicy"

Didn't find nuthin but truth in the hook

Be a pleasure to wreck with a notorious nigga, ready to die

I jumped in the Benz, took me a little ride

Round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef

And told that nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest

We Funkdafied, kicking it live

Robin Leach, teach a nigga how to really survive

Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front

Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga

We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet

The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T

Rolling off swoll on chrome seventeen—

[Chorus]

Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts

As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

Lay on back (listen to the B side), light up the blunts

As we give you motherfuckers just what you want

[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]

Lay back, listen to the B-Side

Slide, glide, do whatever you want

Get out your lighters

We be the rhyme writers

Starters ... from the heart of College Park

New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go