which one Get on the phone And holla' at everybody It's nearly noon Gots to have lunch With the family Then spend the last day I don't know Try do a million other
game, sippin cheap liquor Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with herrr It's a man's world, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga livin phat
to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school Oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta
the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer The phat drummer - what's your
ll count 'em all Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin off Baby, slow it down cause you movin too fast Ass too fine to be movin too fast (
profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then
," "Tech was a devil worshipper," "You know you seen a black dude with red hair and a long beard, I mean look, he look scary to me too," "Man that nigga
mission acomplished My man was astonished He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air Stinkin! I know what this nigga thinkin' Damn she's too little, too pretty, too
to fuck with me Said you was proper But shit you wasnt a thug She had a phat ass on her I couldn't pass on her Its too cats in a bitch life Two mackin
h is on our gauge is strapped trade by 7's smithin' west It's nothing too expensive cause we didn't have scratch But we had each others back Now I'm like
just for you 'cause if you got the power, Then they gets it too If you rollin benz, Then they rollin too If you livin phat, Then they ballin too That
I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer Trying to find a sister with a voice The phat drummer - what
grip they waist, every one know I don't play My thugged out chick, I can't *** her too often She bring problems in my life, she do too much talkin'
weak, I think you really trust me too much I know you trust me too much, girl You really trust me too much I think that you trust me but too much, girl
I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million stash You other niggaz
rejects And when the hard core rappers go soft I like to watch when they ass fall off Cause ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC And any other
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt, Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work, Eventually I'll master the
to creep wit' in Queens) And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl (On the other side of things
