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once again who's fat

If you see me comin' your way
Better give me plenty space
If I tell you that I'm hungry
Then won't you feed my face

Because
whenever you see some hot shit I'm rockin' it first

Shit, droppin' it first
The pardon choppin' it first
Basically when I ride by I'm hurtin' them worse
away."

I'm goin' to stay right by my Pa, 
I'm goin' to do right by my Ma,
I'll hang around the cabin door, 
No work or worry anymore.

I got
once
But she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts
Then I'm swinging through Detroit to see my boo
You think you got every color mink? She got
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
world you goin need a man
thats thurl to keep you warm ma,
You and me we can take the world by storm ma.
So let me have yo math then I'm going ma,
I'm
away."

I'm goin' to stay right by my Pa, 
I'm goin' to do right by my Ma,
I'll hang around the cabin door, 
No work or worry anymore.

I got
yeah boy I'm moving fast
See I was taught by, and I was taught I
Better move on something fast if I thought I
Could claim a dame, or game her brain
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps 
I'm way too fresh 
So complex 
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next 
Let's get the party started 
Far from
swear they playin'
Man they some fakerie
Let me catch ya girl up out deh workin in ma site
En believe I'm goin be atcha in da daylight wit a flashlight
And if I'm caught in a trap 
you know I'ma beat the wack 
with a payoff, cop gotta lay off 
FBI on my dick, stay off! 
I'm not a rebel or a renegade
Fat Joe]
What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
I'm tired of telling you I got nothing
release the mutts
I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more
Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore
release the mutts
I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more
Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore
Intro (Fat Pat)
N****z betta see a n***a roll
Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's

Chorus (Fat Pat)
Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
lose control 
And let it go four you kno 
You goin' hit the flo 

I rok to the beat till I'm tired (tired) 
Walk n the club it?s fiya(fiya) 
Get it
kno
You goin' hit the flo

I rok to the beat till I'm tired (tired)
Walk n the club it?s fiya(fiya)
Get it krunk and wired
Wave ya hands scream
goin' in
Better take cover I'm goin' in
Fuck all here we go again

I did it I'm guilty, my lyrics are filthy
I'm the rapper these fat bitches ask
world you goin need a man
thats thurl to keep you warm ma,
You and me we can take the world by storm ma.
So let me have yo math then I'm going ma,
I'm
up, hold on, her eyes on me, is that your ho?
If so I'ma get her fore' the nights over
DJ play my shit so I'm finna' crank up off in the V.I.P zone
See
really care, I'm a motherfuckin' player
I never tell you stop, I wanna see you keep goin'
Got a dance so cold, I swear it be snowin'
Even though it's
Ha-ha-ha it's goin down like this ma-fucker!

Is the shit gone ever change, cause I be caught up in the middle of it,
Click my pistol, and then in
around and lemme patty that
Got me saying man I'm trying to marry that

[Fat Joe]
Oh no! They did it again (who?!)
Rob and Joe they slip with ten
have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies want to squab
I'm still rollin