Lyrics:
Off the drugs I'm takin baby ima submerge
Chillin' on the rings of Saturn in a f****d up hearse
Chillin' on the rings of Saturn in a f****d up hearse
already spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we already did it
If rap was a toilet, I woulda already shit it
slanging
Weezy F Baby, the shit still stankin
I rock, I roll i'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Fat boy
on the stage, throwing you know how it goes
King of the game, l'm always on top
Looking at my competition, flop after flop
Lining up at the door, one by one
Shout out to F3stive, Sunset Tone, Comikbook Cam, Ciel
Klvss, Joe Ayinde by the way, and my guy D-Lucks
Wouldn't have done this without you
Couldn't have
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
without some tints
And some bumping speakers
You couldn't catch me on the beat
Without a ton of ether
That's why I draw a fat
Crowd like a double feature
So
496 I'ma lead that
Fat Joe
Lean Back uh
Call me Paramedics he need that
Get the breesh no bitch you could keep that
Two guns I suggest you run
Cause
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
'm untamable I'm a player and I know I'm the hardest to handle
LSR we the squad we bring the terror like Fat Joe
They try to box me in I go everywhere that I
to the paramedics
Me and joe took his scooter the fat boy was a white boy
Haha now he mad with it
Haha still mad with it
Haha man we ran with it
I said Pop a Percy
Yeah yeah
La kanti baghi tsawel
3lina nigga blach
Db jina f rap o ghadi
Nhakmo ga3ma b clash
I don't give fuck
La mazal mahamalnach
L'ZONE the gang
with us
Fake tit's and their asses fat
Gudda ain't your average cat
I’m something like a savage that
Came up in the jungle and
Adjusted to this habitat
Backstabbers, parasites, slanderers, politics
F AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST HOW REAL IT IS (oh shit)
Fat booties, baby mamas, twins, triplets
F AROUND AND FIND OUT
Droppin' jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, got damn, look where I am
The first album, long live the kane, it sold
About umm aww fukkit it
the largest pinga
when u got the heart of cringa
you fallin off somebody holla timber
Fat joe is pussy
macho is pussy
raul is pussy
terror squad is pussy
tony
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
leaning to the left
Screamin f fox news till i run outta breathe
From the cigarettes, like nore said you ain't a nigga yet
On the firm album, a gravedigga
da Mecca, fat ass booties, buenas nenas
I like shrooms, twisted tea, i like white and LSD
I love you, you love me, driving slow angelic breeds
F
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Let off the gas before we all fall out
I'm not chasing no clout
Helpless memories watching days go by
Count me in cause death round corner
cll
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
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