Fat rhymes (ft. nigga westside) part 1
Ya, wasup?
we kände för att kicka a fat flow, yo, hoe!
Intro: (cuerda)
Aha, one hot one kill, whuts the deal?
FEEL Me on this one....a hold ma gun....ya niggaz betta ruun...
aay yo...lets go nu what tha....
Werse 1: (cuerda)
...fuck is up? i hold ma nutz
fell ma gutz
as i ruzh
to da number one spot, on the top
of the rap game
yo, thats shame
yo im in this
shit
watta fack
tack
for all respect
im ging to våldtäkt
need to have ma läcka täkt
with sum weed
i need
speed
to run ma shit
amma do a hit
im in the bricks
sippin' on criss
slappin a bitch
don't be a gritch
when im watchin 'hitch'
YO, everybody got a nine
i got mine
thats fine
dont try to brine
ma shine
you know how i grind
sippin' n corona when i flippin
on ma mick, yo we are dippin
doing the crippin
im doing dirty verses
no deserters
on ma worlds, len
ey yo dre, gimme sumthang 2 dance 2
so i can flip it like lance too
i wanna glance too
wid ma band 'you'
you can be innit, but still out
we are the boyscouts
no shout
outs
to any2, becuz they are gune
ad gunned down
i found
a pen
when i was in the pen
and im still independent
dont chaboy try to vänd den
wippin ya wid ma wip
im a crip
nt blood
you r livin in a flood
u think u r a studd
but yu r utstödd
yo' blood runs out, its rött
IM in sweeden...
smoking som weed, len
in from cpt
in the d o c
snopp do double g
ya'll know me?
in from the 313
REFRAIN: (Nigga westside)
now girl i want you to dance
to my hiphop not to shity trance
my brothers name is lance
its not your job its the mans
thats all we demands
ill take this chance
ma stance
my real name is stan
my favorite car is the vans
you have canc
er
befur
you told me to lay down a while
but i told you i dont wanna ligg in that pile
i ran a mile
to a motel
cuz i cunt find a hotel
a ho tell
me about kjell
i hope yo'e well
sincerly yours, Stan
ps. we should be 2g8r to ds.
werse 2: (nigga westside)
chillin in my block
shootin sum wid ma glock
aimin wid sum luck
wattafak
seein a cop
who stops
and drops
a few lines
i go behind
sum bars
you know were we are
im still standin strong
escaped and we ran shitlong
home to micron
chillin wid my hos
someone steps on my toez
punches his nose
you here who flows
and the beat goes
on
we won
over the police
becuz they didnt have bevis
out to tag but out of spray
i see a gay
i steal a pen
from a len
l8r
i see a waitor
who says hey there
and i say nej bear
i steppin thru
with ma shoe
who
knew
tu
pac
respac
t
you see
im chillin b
y
this guy
who i have seen be4
he tries to score
with ma whore
it doeznt work he tries al gore
but he gets a slap
falling down the trapp
thats why i made this fuckin rap
so shut the fuck aap
or ill slap your mother
and l8r on yur father
he says to me
wannabe
with us three
byu this tree
you now who we be
props to g
unit
u need
sum shit
from britt
from sweden
and we then
goes and buy weeden
göran persson is swedens leader
dogking on cs calls himself sLeeader
we there
se their
car
it aint far
away from the bar
i chilled at
they drove over a cat
it wasnt thin it was fat
det lät
mycket...