Lyrics:
who you can't deny
Cause I'm the baby-maker, I'm the woman-taker
I'm the cold-crushin lover, the heartbreaker
So come on, fly girls, and please don't
commence
Young Bun
Preferred one
Like the left tit
Ain't trippin' off no nigga
Ain't worried bout an enemy
Fat pussy energy
Don't nothing move til I say so
I
I'm a fat boy
With a fat nut
Grab your playing toys
And shove them up your butt
I'm a fat boy
with a fat nut
Get rid of your toys
Cause I don't give
to get lost Tell them boys bye-bye
Tell them get out of your sight Need you right here by my side
I need you right now on a flight Girl, come and change
are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself,
When those Bad Boy
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five
rushin' in a hurry but I'm never really worried
Drink tequila lime to swerve the scurvy, chicks are lookin' hella curvy
Crushin' miles while the universe
shot slugs were thugs got pot
Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
And cops who tried
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nothin' to nobody but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buyin'
Bentley Coupes, not braggin'
I came in this world by myself, so I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way, it's okay, it's okay
You muh'fuckers gon' respect me, 'cause
to nobody but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, outlandish buyin
Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, only difference,
and the boy Mike D
Playa haters, wanna know who you are
When you coming down, like a superstar
If you really wanna know, who it be
It's Fat Pat, and the boy
west end
But he peaked early, no verse can beat his surely
Fat fat fat fat fat
Fat fat fat fat fat
Fat fat fat fat fat
Big suprise, she wasn't down for
keep me a stick 'cause the block can get tricky
I learn how to shoot when I was ten in my dingy
I told her, "You got a fat ass and you pretty"
She
are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself,
When those Bad Boy
Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
Big eared bandit is tossing all his
some chronic, put it in a bag
All the cops, are on my ass
Roll a philly, make it fat
This right here, is my (Hey)
Stoner boy swag (Hey)
Stoner boy swag
jokin'
You should hope that disco appearance like broke
Mass destruction when I start crushin' and bustin'
Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin'
Swift wit
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
their heads like air
I'll find your place and no debating
I will totally put you there
I have been strengthened I do what takes
Fueled by the rage that
Shame boy
Shades
Shades
Shades
Shades
Shades
Tall, slim, short, fat
In between and all of that (Shades)
Tall, slim, short, fat
In between and all of that
every rhyme’s disgustin’
Your boy drop lines like I’m David Ruffin
I keep heads buggin’ and got the hoes comin’
Back to my room, they dying to show
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
Verse 1:
I wake up everyday with success on my mind
Mothafuckas hatin on me every time I ride by
Mothafuckas hatin on me cause they know I’m that
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