Lyrics:
to sound like Slim
But couldn’t even be Fatboy
Couldn’t rack up views
You’re chasing after the stacks?
Oh, you’ll never make it throwing in a fake accent
Baby got me losin' control, I'm bout to slip from the surface
If you need some reassurance, I can tell you you perfect
You should know by now, it ain't
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
when a nigga coming back
I ain't slept in three days and my family think it's crack
Legends die young so I'm picking up the slack
We can take it back
You can hate me now
You can hate us now
You can deflate me now
Ah (ayy, Slim)
Turn the beat up (yo, Slim, rock that funky shit)
Let's go back
by, still I try
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo)
You can touch it, smell it, taste it
So sweet (Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
And she ain't either, so that means she doesn't weight at all
[Chorus]
Now we can both post sip or keep it playa mane
And we can both pull a misses,
She wanna tend to my garden
We finna have a lil party
Baby go check on the garlic
Down by the pond next to the parsley
Well I gotta slim thick
boy I wish the kids could of seen it
But you can't see out of the side of the car
Because the windows are completely covered
With the decals of all
boy I wish the kids could of seen it
But you can't see out of the side of the car
Because the windows are completely covered
With the decals of all
it
That's why you hate me ain't it
That's why we can't be famous
That's why you gotta speak in layman's
It's all entertainment
Right. . .it's all
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr.
BET, I'm tripping off of Cita
Cristal margaritas, we some block bleeders
My balling tire size, can't ride in two-seaters
Man I need Excursion, or my
your kids like you
Come off tour, can't even sleep at night without NyQuil
Become a Valium addict, start a rehab cycle
But together, we can break
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
mentality is what we're up against today)
(But this is good to know because this time, when we march on the Capitol)
(You can go ahead and let 'em know
but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp
But as soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
with her by my side
Bad bitch, pink hair, red eyes
Pretty face, slim waist, double thick thighs
If I ride with her, it's gon be my suicide
She seems like
[Chorus-Kangol Slim]
Ya fuckin' with them Hounds, from G-Town we don't mess around
Come get that ass straight Chopped Down
Ya fuckin' with them
can't show they for me
Just because they know my name don't mean we homies
Outnumbered by these women still one can't control me
Fuck your head up keep
and the barn is jumping
It's all right, we got time
Got a radio hit in mind
Can't see am I blind
Every night and day (I'll never forget)
In the U.S.A I
Ayy que they see we back dog
We bout to take over
Everything flava when we come thru
Watch these h**s go crazy when we come thru
All these ni**as gon
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
.jpg/244px-Fatboy_Slim_(2006).jpg "Fatboy Slim")
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