Laulunsanoja:
Fat Brothers

last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother

on your mind, I'm lookin' straight through your eyes So let that hair down and let that body go free And come close because tonight it belongs to me No brother

flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks

go right? Where did we go right? Gimme those books Fat, fat, fatty Gimme those books Fat, fat, fatty Books, fat Books, fat Books, fat Books, fat Lousy

Say brother, can I borrow a thin brother You know, a dime? Say it, say it, say it sis I'd sure like to have this little dime for me So I can get this

to blast Them out like planes that's 'bout to crash So mayday Maytrain knock 'em up off they ass boy We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that

biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with scam I got a room full of your posters And your pictures man I like the shit you did with Ruckus too That shit was fat

't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then' Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers

this thing aimed at ya Your facin danger, 16 with one up in the chamber Im bout to stain ya, with this muthafuckin handgun And fuck dem laws, dey got my brother