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San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming
Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
He said, musics
San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming
Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
He said, musics
Though obviously not enchanted
By the people themselves
I so enjoy painting
They are of course outrageously cartoonish
In all aspects because
to you.
He's, he's from um, the Czech Republic.
And I wanted to read you this quick letter by the cat because he's just amazing. And he wrote one
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, T.S., yeah, uhh
Yo, yo...

Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness
and fat. 

Child 2: 
He can see us wherever we do ... whatever we do. He has such powerful eyes -- he has to have millions and thousands and billions.
The look up sto on his faces
(Big boy) this kids outrageous he's byein them by the cases
(Big boy) 'cause once I cop um I gut um and switch the laces
(Big
(Big boy) this kids outrageous he buying them by the cases
(Big boy) 'cause once I cop um gut um and switch the laces
(Big boy) they all purpose ya heard
it by myself
If I never fuck your bitch, I'ma show you on the map
I be hidden every week, you know that ass gettin' fat
Tokyo, Tokyo, why you act
(Big boy) what's my basis? The look up sto on his faces
(Big boy) this kids outrageous he buying them by the cases
(Big boy) 'cause once I cop um gut
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word

Fantastic

Show stoppin emcees

Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

But
thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fuck 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Ms. Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin
Um, what's that? The cock of a black dude
Mad
But right now y'know we just maxin in the studio
We hailin from East Oakland, California and, um
Sometimes it gets a little hectic out there
But right
13 other niggas, at least
Took them for some action, cuz we love to party
The Double Agent, Biggie Smalls and B.D.P.
So um, walked up in the spot,
to see.

Brains, Brains, I love em, I need um...
My tummy jumps for joy when I eat um.
Big ones, fat ones, short ones, tall ones,
They're so
my favorite spot
And that's on

[Chorus: x2]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin' um hm
On the front porch getting deeper
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Although my
walk up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks 

Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6 

And 500 block peach running thangs ya see 

Moving
(yo)
But right now why'know we just maxin in the studio
We hailin from East Oakland, California and, um
sometimes it gets a little hectic out there
can't, see, the D-O-double-G, 'cause that be me
I'm serving um, swerving in the Coupe
The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas
Sexist, hoes, they want
your ass with a motherfuckin' AK
You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, 'cause that be me
I'm servin' um, swervin' in the Coupe
The Lexus, flexes, from