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Albums:

What's up Fatlip? (Fatlip) · (Whats the Story) Morning Glory [Remastered] (Oasis) · Dats Whats Up, Vol. 4 (DJ K Sam) · Whats the Cure (Soukie & Windish) · (Whats the Story) Morning Glory [Remastered] [LP] (Oasis) · Whats In The Mix (Joe Carbone) · Whats the Use EP (Jamie Lidell) · Come Clean [Clean] [Bonus DVD] (Puddle of Mudd) · Come Clean [Clean] (Puddle of Mudd) · 8 Mile [Clean] (Eminem) – and 90 other albums »


like "Dude, you aight?"

Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'"
Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin'
think I'm cute 

[Bootie Brown]
(Say what?) 
Yo man, I pay them no 
Attention I stay deep into 
The cut cause I leave the 
Tricks alone cause my
usedto never get when all I got was upset 
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried 
To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I
what's really goin' down up on
The northside of town Of course I bought a quarter pound
Of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight like Johnny Kemp on a Friday
Night
no jokin'
I'm doin' it like this

I hope I do not get this by anybody
By anybody
By anybody
By anybody
What? Uh huh uh huh

Why does your
to never get
Cause all I got was upset
When niggas used to be like
(What's, up fool!? Nigga what's up?)
And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip
For no reason
to that effect
Respect I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
To seat a nigga like the Lip

She Said

T

Naive

T

2002

what's really goin' down up on
The northside of town Of course I bought a quarter pound
Of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight like Johnny Kemp on a Friday
Night
usedto never get when all I got was upset 
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried 
To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I
to that effect
Respect I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
To seat a nigga like the Lip
to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like "what's up fool!" and tried
To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can
to that effect
Respect I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
To seat a nigga like the Lip
to that effect
Respect I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
To seat a nigga like the Lip
to never get
Cause all I got was upset
When niggas used to be like
(What's, up fool!? Nigga what's up?)
And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip
For no reason
to that effect
Respect I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
To seat a nigga like the Lip
the chick back bent

The fact is, if you choose to propose
End up with a fatlip and a bruise on your nose
That's hot, give up now, my crew's in control
(Lyrics and Music by T. Lombardo)
All I want is some Good Clean Fun
All I want is some Good Clean Fun
You can freak out, you can shoot up
You can
Nashville they locked me up and threw away the key
I washed my hands in muddy water I washed my hands but they didn't come clean
I tried to do what daddy told
"Hey, Mr. Clean."
 
John Lee's was rockin'.
The Imitators drove it home.
Sun was dancin' up a heat wave.
For awhile she was all alone.

When up
Woke up this morning to a glass accident
Glass fell in love with the floor
Too many pieces there for me to clean up
So I left a warning message by
I say
Yea buddy!
Double shot paint job what
Chevy tuned up like a nascar pit stop
Fresh paint job (check)
Fresh inside (check)
Is the outside
When up walked a tall stranger
Shadowed her move to move
In perfect unison
A supernatural groove

He took her by the hand
And the room began
the things I did
I might-as-well come clean
What you feel about that baby
I'm just confessing
Bout the things I did
I might-as-well come clean
What you feel
every time a tour rolls by, you know we'll stay at
Laurel Drive

John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
gonna learn these things by heart

Well, I'm gone to
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard