[Spoken] Yep Its Da Fat Al Chip The Ripper (Chip The Ripper) [Chours] Uh Get It Girl Put It In My... Uh Get It Girl Put It Im My... Uh Get It Girl Put
the fat al its the fat al its the, its the, its the, its the fat al its the fat al its the fat al its the, its the, its the, its the fat al its
L'erba e alta ormai lo so e dovrei potare il melo quanta polvere c'e dentro casa e tutto un velo La cucina guarda che cos'e quanti piatti sporchi
He's mine (yes he's really mine) He's mine (yes he's really mine). He's mine, he's mine, he's mine Really mine. My baby love me so. He really lets
s packed but the MC's wack Got your back to the wall - who do you call? The brother, none other than the Al-, the Al- mighty supreme, I make your team
No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing.. [F. White:] You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street" [Raekwon:] "crime pays in mad ways" [Frank White:] "It's my turn.." [Al
cyphers to make the other states liver Survivors of the fittest light the graf then ASCAP Sen-S-E-I peep the next paragraph [Tame] In all actu-al my
wit 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
shorty got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum I'm wiling, jiggy got me wiling The forties got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum
It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) I Hate You So Much It Shows I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe And Your Son Looks Like A Fuckin Al Qaeda
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
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
say about 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
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
I'm throwin a tantrum And all the crips across the world y'all gone sing this anthem [Crip Chorus: Jayo] We stay trued up! Blued up! True fat laces,
[Intro: Knoc-Turn' al] Ahhh! It's a good day in LA, yes it is (yes it is) Motherfuckers can just wake up and relax And smoke a fat blunt or some shit
I left you babe Even tho I stayed on the go I still represent the westcoast babe [Knoc-Turn'al:] OK I'll admit, I got lazy Cause I ain't like these other
