Lyrics:
ass so fat I'm page it
How we gone flex, lemme test on that
Are you black, are you white, are you purple, are you Asian?
Bitch I'm about to get
my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean bumping riding dirty getting high
It was my only wish to rise
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
(Get up!)
Uh, what.
(Indiana, Indiana!)
"Work"
Mag in this muth yo.
Killa Castro from Queens, trigga Treach.
(New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.)
Well can
(Get up!)
Uh, what.
(Indiana, Indiana!)
"Work"
Mag in this muth yo.
Killa Castro from Queens, trigga Treach.
(New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.)
Well can
Harry
With a rap that's big and fat that Mariah couldn't Carey
So don't come to me with that same ol' same ol'
'Cause I'll knock your butt somewhere
the damn fools dat think im slippin wit my juice
breakin old habits so hard to do
das y u see me on the same block wit the same crew
n everybody sitting fat
Had this friend 6th grade back in private academy
Used get cuss words and dirty jokes out of me
We came up in the church but we broke all the rules
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
Ones
I like the all-white, high-top strap with the gum bottom
There's somethin' bout 'em, now dirty that's why I got 'em
I leave 'em strapped and laced
to try to serve me
Cause I'm down and dirty from the undergrounds of Jersey
Word to Fats daddy cause I'm fatter than your Timberlands
Ladies
Fat, black, nasty, who your baby daddy?
Sure as hell ain't Puerto Rican Gates
Name in my ear, real 'til you squeal
You no longer silent, on some
better get up
Shawty ima player yeah she acting all fed up
He act like he tough Like he wearin black forces
I step Like a fat bitch on the way
the smell
An everyday thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty
my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it
Got sixes in my burban, I'm riding high and I'm swervin bruh
My kush hard in my back seat with a black
dirty like the piss
Pissed out by white men
In celebrity rehab, but this ain't rehab
When Danny Bonaduce check out of rehab
I'ma be right there, fat sack
I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding
to sell hit the jackpot
Lil dirty n***a cooking O's in a glass pot
Police kicking in the door like they Matlock
Pissed they aint find no dope, just a fat
streets
But u won't catch a young nigga lack nigga
I won't be happy till i have a 10 n by a 10
I mean that ass fat nigga
I won't be happy till my days
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money gets low in
the black tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
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