Lyrics:
[Spoken:] Let's try this
Fatback taffy
Show is good to me
Fatback taffy
Knocks me off my feet, wait a minute
Fatback taffy
Show is good to me,
one with a fatback
Let me tap dat
At hers all week
She wanna do me n my gs
Hookas
Big batty gyal on her knees
Fuck u like cee low green
Stay
the branch
We got pickup trucks chicken clucks
Happy even when we're down on our luck
We got fatback that's a fact
And if you don't know that's a country rap.
Turn me up some
Turn me up some
Turn me up some
Turn me up some
Shawty got that ass, fatback cornbread (Thick)
Brown thighs, brown eyes, big
Lilly Pearl standin' by the wood stove
Cookin' up a pot of fatback and beans
Aprons made outta Martha White flour sack
Them was the days when
she say she vegan
But she thick like she cheating (She cheating)
Pinto beans ass like dat
Must be that fatback season (Must be that fatback season)
a heart full of coal, I can't believe you hos think you got it real gold
Tainted jewelry bitches
Ugly ass fatback water back bitches
Fuck all y'all ugly
A Fatback, bean production, BDM forever,
For the Fatback gyals
Shorty why you wasting, wasting all this fucking time
I can't understand it, left my
Rock my soul, huh, ow, huh
Smokestack, fatback
Many miles of railroad track
All night radio, keep on runnin'
Through your rock 'n' roll soul
All
a teacup of bass
Now I need a pound of fatback drums
Now give me four tablespoons of boiling Memphis guitars
This goin' taste alright
Now just
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
Rock my soul, huh, ow, huh
Smokestack, fatback
Many miles of railroad track
All night radio, keep on runnin'
Through your rock 'n' roll soul
All
a half a teacup of bass
Now, I need a pound of fatback drums
Now, gimme four tablespoons of boilin' Springfield guitar
This is gonna taste alright
in a haystack,
Seeing and eating lots of fatback,
Hey, talking bout a railroad track
And I'm going home, bye-bye.
Woah, don't you know.
Woah,
a teacup of bass
Now I need a pound of fatback drums
Now give me four tablespoons of boiling Memphis guitars
This goin' taste alright
Now just
heart beat
Where's that fatback chord I found?
Honey don't you think it was wrong
To interrupt my song?
I'll pack my things and run so far from
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
music
Way back in the days, 1979
Fatback Band made a record usin' rhyme
In the same year come the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie,
Used to party all over town
In on every scene
We used to eat big old steaks but now it's just fatback and pinto beans
Won't somebody tell me, tell
a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with
a jug of brandy
Gonna give it all to Sandy
Keep her good and drunk and boozy all the time
Good and drunk and boozy all the time
Fatback and beans
a teacup of bass
Now I need a pound of fatback drums
Now give me four tablespoons of boiling Memphis guitars
This goin' taste alright
Now just
Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback
With the different color records they had back in the days
You know what I mean, the belt-driven turntables
a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with
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