Übersetzung: Walker Brothers. Fat Mama Kick-.
: [1: Das EFX] "My style is fat, so I swung it, blunted The riggedy ruffneck Brooklyn nigga brung it" [1 x4] [Daddy-O] Yo Rick, bring yo' ass home..
has been You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme They called the one eighty seven on a undercover cop But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop My brother
Kass) [Hook] It ain't nothin nice [x8] [Ras Kass] Son I be skimmin through the billboard top for an R&B album Wonderin my outcome Want the fat triangle
tense Style is patent, the measures is drastic Either that or they 4: 4, some call them fantastic She called me fantastic, I called her a fat bitch Still
style is patent, the measures is drastic either that or they full-force, some call them fantastic she called me fantastic I called her a fat bitch still
and switches to this track] Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here we go now! Uh! Give it to me! Uh! Give it to me now! [Chorus: Brother Marquis] PSK
a ugly chick? She gotta get up off her ass!..." [Chorus:] [Mixx cuts and scratches "Get a ugly chick" and "Ugly chicks can screw."] [Verse 1: Brother
done by the people who can really throw down You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades It's done by the brothers with the hi-top fades It doesn
: [Brother Marquis] My mama and your mama was talking little shit My mama called your mama a bulldagging ass bitch I know your sister, and the bitch
of his words are indistinct.] [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] Me and my nigga, rollin' hard Hangin' out, the whole nine yards I'm smokin' a fat one, takin
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then
: (Intro) Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggaz just wanna
: Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything Niggaz just wanna know if you still gon' be on some crooked-
fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on And look for me in the struggle Hustlin 'til other brothers
Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly Tell me
R) Nah we blowin holes in your motherfuckin' skull Make sure your ass is smoked That's all the fat lady wrote (Macadoshis) You heard that fat bitch
no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin And
