Released on May 30, 1994

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[Chorus]

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri & Da Brat]

Open up, open up and let the funk flow in

From this nigga named J and his new-found friend

I'm hitting switches like Erick on the solo creep

For yo' jeep, it's Da B.R.A.T. 

Putting the dip in your hip from right to left

It's the ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so def

Nigga, that's my clique; nigga, that's who I rolls with

And we kicks nothing but the fat shit

Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic

With the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk with

(Why?)

Because we so funkdafied

(Why?)

We make you move from side to side

Well, it's da G. H. da E. T. T. O., nigga

Brat and J.D. coming like that big baby

So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimping

And freak this duet just like Ashford and Simpson

Cause I'm


[Chorus]

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied


[Verse 2: Da Brat]

Puttin' it down, puttin' it down ain't no thang to me

And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me

It's like that and as a matter of fact

When it comes to Da Brat tat-tat-tat

I got the shit to make your neck snap back

Meaning I got the shit that'll get'cha bent

Tearin' the roof off this mutha like Parliament

I'm on a roll, in control like Janet, dammit

Brat, you're the funk bandit and they can't handle it

I know, that's why I keep hitting 'em with this grammar

Letting niggas know that I'm the real mama jama

Straight to the head like a chronic sack

[Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri & Da Brat]

I pass the mic to the Brat

And yo I passed it back

Well-a, sistas and fellas

It's time to get your groove on

I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move, homes

Breaking these fools off proper like

It's S.O. S.O. D.E.F. dynamite

Humunah, humunah, comin' up at 'cha like Ralph K

And since this ain't no honeymoon, I'm here to stay

And the way we comin' at 'cha

Baby we can't miss

There's a new tag team in town

Nigga, whoomp, there it is


[Chorus]

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

So, so, so funkdafied

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