[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
shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other
on some other shit like how you roll a cunt Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee Then I'll be back for me, I'm sure, like Al B Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds
bill Cash it 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
, Keith Baddest, MC Velvet robe, body like Hector Comacho Kissin' Puerto Rican girls on they earlobes Victor Ramosa standin' on Fermosa Big whip, fat
Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Memphis city blues Yeah, light up the green, watch me light up the room Watch me light up the mic, fat boy,
[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
bitches (Tim dog) Some bad hoes Bitch you digging in the wrong dirt bitch Ain't no gold in here Fucking with the wrong niggas Knoc-Turn'al, Slip Capone
on the other you don't stop You don't stop and you don't stop Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop Check it out, yo Yo, I'm lookin' for the big C-notes like Al
go Your Maggie is missin' you so." [AL] Dad would take Mom to Roseland. She'd come home with her shoes on her hand. [DIANA] Mama fat, Always in the
When the man sittin' next to me was so profane He'd stick his finger up his nose, then do a drain (You should 'a moved) I was just about, but al of a
It's me the diabolical, biz mark symbolical I shakes from scripts of hits I made a while ago Now I'm on the run again starting other capers And people
be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack The heat
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
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 ass
Slipped a fin To what-the-hell-is-his-name, You know, the doorman. YOUNG PHYLLIS: Al? YOUNG BUDDY: No. YOUNG SALLY: Big? YOUNG BEN: Fat. YOUNG PHYLLIS
she was cool, but the girl likes beat Freak freak freak freak, baby wanna freak Def 'n dope, "You slangin'" Nope. Callin' me a dealer 'cause I sport fat
