Testi:
Too Phat Where My Love At

love that Askin' hip hop heads Now where my love at...? Chorus (2x) Now where my love at? I'm askin' young cats And all that If I ain't phat

year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My

the love of god My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at heart So when the shit hit the

'all [Verse Two: J-Ro] Yeah... check out my Ro-gram Since I was a kid I got darker I write rhymes so phat I need a marker My style gets bit like Peter

could never be nervous This is my house, my crib, my kindom Where the floor-boards creek and the kids keep singing We live each season Just to give beats reason Step into my

hip-hop transformer, a sexual performer Best get out of my way Cuz I'm turning the corner So let me start with my present I'm the phat Illmont resident

wild with your 9 mil. slant You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme [Sheek] Aiyyo Lox niggas what, what the fuck, who up in here Where my crew at

to them boys That's bout it, bout it Master P, Cam'Ron We takin' this from the South to the East Uhhhhh [Cam'Ron] I represent, where them killers at

this song It makes an o.g. feel phat [Verse 1; Hammer] Somethin bout the goldie in me That makes me laugh at these wannabes Cause they been watchin too