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...