Lyrics:
that lowrider
I can't leave a witness (Brr)
Touchdown in Cali' by the Bay
All I see is bridges (Whew, whew)
We ain't even finished
Green on me like I'm
of
"Maschendrohtzaun"...
2)
All the ladies wanna have me,
I'm a handsome boy
and all the boys want me too,
in especially Siegfried und Roy.
I'm a sexmachine, baby,
I had
my baby are you ready
Are you ready oh yeah are you ready oh yeah
Oh baby is you ready
Is you ready oh yeah is you ready yeah yeah
Ah boy
(She's just
Dress to kill I don't need no tool mmm
I do me I don't play by the rules
Benz punani imma need more fuel
Fat kit kat make a boy drool
Said he wanna cop
forget me
Romeo and Juliet me
Fly, dove! Sing, sparrow!
Gimme fat boy's famous arrow
I got
Gimme, gimme that
I got
That thing called love
Love
[Repeat: x4]
Can you feel it?
Gal, me a know you a top class
A go an shake that fat ass, gimme the wind and stop fast
Me a the top boss, come gimme that
Esse mit der Hand wie Pooh der Bär
Und stecke eher in deiner Frau als im Berufsverkehr
Fat-Boy, Bad-Boy und nicht Mister Right
Aus dir spricht der
The opp boys way too wet
Would've thought they got sprayed by Fireman Sam
And the kickback's way too strong
Should've called this shotgun Rob Van Dam
to rest his feet
A fat man walks into the pizza shop
Another little one walks out with nothing
Pretty girl walks by and I say,
She turns her back,
to know! [Repeat: x4]
Can you feel it?
Gal, me a know you a top class
A go an shake that fat ass, gimme the wind and stop fast
Me a the top boss, come
a tent 'cause I couldn't afford the rent
But if I was rich, I'd buy me mad bling blings
And fat chains that'll make ya neck hurt and platinum ring rings
Yeah, yeah, yeah, see'mon, uh, to the westside,
yeah, see'mon, to the eastside,
see'mon see'mon, to the northside,
yeah Fat Joe in the house,
Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like
'em into bit's (Huh?)
Mr he Ain't That
He ain't that and he ain't this (Nigga)
Mr met By Chance, she just wanna suck my dick
(Bitch, ayy)
I done smoked
Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn
and lightnin, you're frightened by what I'm writin
You wonder how come my records ain't sellin
Cause I won't sell out to the pit you fell in
I'm too wise like
What, I just wanna lay you back
Nah, you ain't gotta count my stack
Nah, it ain't goin down like that
Damn yo' ass is fat
I just wanna hit it,
alright keep it alright keep it alright
I keep it alright
Boy you got me trippin, bleeps blip blip blippin
Hard thinkin drinkin heart kickin
Jaw Slack like
ladies
(Yeah)
Ladies
(Yeah)
Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes'
(Yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
IF IT'S HIS TIME, MY BOY
I'LL TAKE THE ADMIRAL TOO, AND IF YOU'RE NOT COOL
I'LL TAKE YOU.
I'm sorry, Lord, you know what's best, but please would you
Back to back, stacks like that
That fat back, yo where it at?
Brown sugar turn around
Lay it down with merengue sound
Oye morena que buena está'
fireballs, wire jaws
My mind stay hacked through firewalls
We causing the riot y'all
We them white boys always down
To fight and brawl malcolm X out the window
down to get the friction on
So Ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around and
Stick it out
Even white boys
a $1.23 for you
Hey I'm going now
Want to be involved though it's not really true
Fat boy on the bike follow us come now
Is it time for us to go home now?
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