sleep, don't think, just eat your daddy's little boy your mama's pride and joy you know they love ya but not because they hold ya fat boy says, "
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Traduzione: Gioiello. Fat Boy.
Wigs splat, get jacked, Zig-Zag Bob Dig' back, migs act fool Wiz jack jewel, kids act cool, in school When they hit up walkman they catch the jewel 9th
Lil' Flip, puttin' it down for my boy Screw, we gon' do it together, we gon' hold it down together, Rest In Peace" "Yeah Wussup this the Fat Rat With
[mc chris] Wayyyy back college boy asked to a high school dance Couldn't wait, but my date was in my friend's pants Didn't know what to do, MC feelin
harass black blocks Parents addicted, kids on they colors from crack tops for jacktops, pistols instead of tissue muscle to bust you You got a choice, either b-boy
them dreams whoa Let's make this reality baby Holla at ya boy at the Grammy's shows Or wherever you see a nigga at Oh Boy! That's all it takes son you
superb tech Casinh checks through dialect Dope as the gold around your next This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like I'm fat spliff I show the whole
I] Yo checkout the superb tech Cashin' checks through dialect Doper than the gold around your neck This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like fat spliffs
But I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for
me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!) Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild) I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me For
our riches Yes she say she love me, every time she fucks me But then she sayin' fuck me, every time we fussing Skip I'm sick of hustlin', boy you just
one man army, the one hand on the Tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy
let me rip it up yeah and you cant get drastic everybody knows that your fake and your plastic so please don't come with that wack shit sound boy I
is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out
on Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told
