Critics and their critical minds I just love the way they find the time to criticize Yeah they don't do nothing themselves They sit their fat ass
Slipped a fin To what-the-hell-is-his-name, You know, the doorman. YOUNG PHYLLIS: Al? YOUNG BUDDY: No. YOUNG SALLY: Big? YOUNG BEN: Fat. YOUNG PHYLLIS
she was cool, but the girl likes beat Freak freak freak freak, baby wanna freak Def 'n dope, "You slangin'" Nope. Callin' me a dealer 'cause I sport fat
play all and many boogie down brothers out Regular b-boys, the crew and others out Steppin' to bar, the first order was champagne Dolly had a fat ass
I need gooey cause the gooey's what I need And they be rollin fat vegas we stayed smokin' major and niggas wanna hate us because we straight playas But ask them other
my amigos, other niggaz they freeload Yeah he hold, but my homeys only unload torpedoes So please yo, I'm from the killa cap of the kilos Where niccaz clap, and fat
in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a nigga out for tryin to goaltend a motherfucker paper route Wet his ass up, fat
two fun bags, show them to me I don't care if they don't match or if ones bigger then the other you could show me one, and ill imagine the other even
Park Mexican, Michael Jackson or R. Kelly Say Big Pun was too heavy, complications with his heart Feel sorry for his family, his career was at a start Same thang for Fat
s not misses Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress The truth like Al
is on the other you don't stop You don't stop, and you don't stop Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop Check it out yo Yo.. I'm lookin for the big C-notes, like Al
Blam! to your soul Now tell me who the player with the biggest balls Rhymes hittin' like planet Rio, press ski like a mosquito Tough like scarface so call me Al
I got the blues Said I got the blues Memphis City Blues [Verse 1] Light up the green Watch me light up the room Watch me light up the mic Fat boy be
, body like Hector Comacho Kissin Puerto Rican girls on they earlobes Victor Ramosa standin on Fermosa Big whip, fat you own a orange Rolls Royce Comin
bitch we buying the mall so get yo ass out the seller see we true pimps here, watch it them black tops them other Mississipi pimps bitch suck my balls
blunt Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B. Go Uptown