Übersetzung: The Fat Krawatten. Strait Up Stupid.
Übersetzung: The Fat Krawatten. Tie Of Phat.
of these self proclaimed G's Fantasized himself to be the fat rat stacking cheese Armani khaki jeans where they used to be Lee's no ties with Master
semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for
go [Verse 1:] my hollow from my heart is hard to follow lately I?ve been drinking like there?s a message in a bottle aloha?s to women with no ties to
skinny ties and they was wise and funny and, funny and wise staying up late and playing the music with grown ups was my prize the lickle fat kid with
open, I'mma need an ax I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch Actress, slinging the backs
check it For ten years I been connected to the top of this Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims And
ago they used what we now know as hip-hop to move streets Time Frame Now or never power measured by violent terror Allowing a sense of the vibe that ties
at da crib askin what time I'm comin home I can't do it shawty I'm grown I can't do it and I'm on my own I aint got no ties but I got alotta friends
: (feat. Cassidy, Fat Joe, Nas) [Swizz] Remix [Chorus][Nas] Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should
ya if I snub ya then nigga I get richer picture this bitch had a block bitch slanged rocks bitch sold glocks an had ties wit the cops now I's
a match To bust the game wide open, I'mma need an axe I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch
With a little brown rice and some black eye peas Or 2 black eyes and 2 broke knees And 2 broke niggas tryin to steal the cheese Got family ties, your
[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah! This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One Hope you enjoyed We had to take you out classic status, you feel me? We had to
tints, for sticky events Suspense makes the lead dispense A baby oil massage when I'm feelin? intense Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties Transportin
you just yap a whole lot About the clothes that you got, yo, or the gold that you got Everybody sees all the friends in your Benz, yo, it's fat But they
, fuck around and make your face crack I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
