-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way That ain't authentic, we know what it is but I won't say Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do
: (feat. Lil' Jon, Trina) Yeah Man What's Going on Man It's really really pimpin' up in here man I know you ain't seen pimpin' in a long time man I'
they found us, nigga [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, goons on deck Marley don't shoot them Silence on the gun Watch a nigga mute them The coach in the booth Call me Jon
to blast Them out like planes that's 'bout to crash So mayday Maytrain knock 'em up off they ass boy We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that
everybody's havin' a merry christmas, I know I am, hey! I feel good, I feel alright, hey! Last night I couldn't believe my eyes, y'all I saw a big fat
[Intro: Elephant Man] Eastside Boyz (Yep! Atlanta Georgia) mayday!!! Good to go (The dirty south again!) Elephant Man, Likkle Jon, Busta Rhymes Alright
that bass line keep you shaking Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting Uh uh, not me ma, told ya I'm taken [Chorus - Pharrell Williams & (Lil Jon
shake Yea! Shake, shake, shake Yea! Shake, shake, shake(What!) Yea! Shake, shake, shake(Lil Jon!) (Lil Jon) Big old ass, fat ass tits 5 2, Snicker
Ya won't stop ya pimpin See ya just won't stop.... [Lil Jon] Won't stop, can't stop this pimpin, know what I'm sayin its ya boy Lil Jon, Lil Jon them
got it (got it) when she drop it outta control Shawty dance like a stripper she dance like a stripper she dance like a stripper when she pop that catalogue lil Jon
, wherever you from, wherever you call your home Wherever you lay yo goddamn Kangol down, motherfucker Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter Wherever yo ass got lots of fat
snort hop, some snort crack Fire up the indo and straight kick back With a bitch or maybe the fellas Oh what a feelin?, yeah man, I tell ya George, Jon Jon
wrong way See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way That ain't authentic, we know what it is but I won't say Wanna know if my pockets fat
for his bank account,but really for his private Damn about a mindset Really wasn't into that Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat Laidback was
a bunch of house niggas Obie Trice, is for security in your front lobby Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah) Paul Rosenberg, you fat
before T.I., I taught him how to be fly Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly Before J.D., I was 'Jingling Baby' Before Lil' Jon, I put the south on
Bone Crusher Lil Jon nigga ATL in these bitch main yeahhhhh Bone Crusher Lil Jon nigga ATL in these bitch main yeahhhhh get get get get, get up on
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport 'cause we ain't playin up here in New York [Hook - Fat