Lyrics:
But I'm not in either one now, you understand?
I had my own little business on the side, sort of a sideline
A rather confidential sort of thing, but
more
I'm Fat Daddy. Not your average Joe Blow
Tell me what you like, girl. Show me how you roll
Cause you sho' look fine from head to toe
But I ain't
, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey
(this thing right is the story of some everyday hood things)
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by
Em's house, Our House
So welcome, to our house
Where no one, comes back out
You won't find, comfort
In here, in here, in here
When I was
said "Enough of that humble rap"
Now every single you drop I'ma double that
Jigga-jigga Joe cut the record down to
My sound surround you like racism, you
tuition
Skeptics they get to dissing, say I'm overly ambitious, fuck em'
Now let's get back to the story at hand
Shit, I'm wrecking my brain, which verse do
tuition
Skeptics they get to dissing, say I'm overly ambitious, fuck em'
Now let's get back to the story at hand
Shit, I'm wrecking my brain, which verse do
in a cage.
Help! Help!
Let me get out of here!
The old witch didn't let Hansel
out of the cage.
And she kept feeding Hansel
to make him fat.
Then
air's in here
Lit with finesse
You know why I do it, now give me the check
You know why you lose? You don't pick up the slack
I don't really know but I
to day
Cut by the tether that I hold, look in the eye Hole, run back with my ball, trip and then I fall
How the fuck he do it
Is it confidence,
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
The Gay Robot gets a little horny cause he doesn't know any
gay guys around here...
Oh, I see...
Sorry!
hehehe...
Oh, I can't believe you dropped that!
of Cotton Eyed Joe.
No raging Cajun crawfish stew, fat batter coming in a Lumalamalu.
Boy howdy and howdy damn do, something like fine setting eyes on you.
as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell
from Harden
So you know the targets locked
If they foul that's three
The step back got them weak
Mama wanted me to preach
But I'm a little closer
Intro:
Here comes international Grime artist, Eyez,
It’s Eyez, man
I don’t box like Dillian Whyte
But I’ve got boxes if you’re dealing with white
been?" "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1",
God in her eyes
The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin, that's mi hermano
(Big Pun, will be here
Yeah
This is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah
aint over til the fat lady sing
But she gone now, feelings like life don't mean a thing
It ain't over til you call me by name
For once, see me as I am
here )
I'll be a thug nigga till my days is trough
[ VERSE 2 ]
One-Times is gafflin that's the story
Another drive-by, another territory
Seems that they
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
This is the story of the Liberty of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, 'The Musical Shrimp'
And the cadging ramble
A little bit of this
Would you like
You've got to live and learn (go, go, go, go)
Here's a little story about life
Everybody that lives surely dies
A lot of people ask the questions why
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