's where it's at Baby fat That's where it's at Baby fat That's where it's at Baby fat Baby fat Baby fat Baby fat
forget that I leave you wet Bloody, sticky, holes in your dickey's Oh what a pity, lookin' all shitty My Winchester will get the best of ya Hand grenades will
it But I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no
news carriers the baby mother tracker dem Big up the big money spenders and the shopper dem And all the ladies in the club they ass clapper dem Scream, if you looking fat
at the bar, chicks treating me like a star In my face, asking questions, and can they ride in my car I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit Hey baby
will blow your mind she black and Pocahontas Laid back and blow that chronic Ass so fat wanna tat my logo on it so any other nigga that a tap, will know
Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music Ayo theres blood on the cocain a scene that is psycho dope so pure feigns cling to the light pole. Wet
Fat? Yeah we been on some Don shit Been stompin' niggaz unconscious Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish The only beef that you had is wit'cha baby
ya nose bleed Some, kids feeling guilty 'bout the But you first baby girl so just face it But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat
way for the drill team She ain't out with you, ?cause we the real thing Call me a drum major baby, I will hold yo' sticks Hoppin? off the tour bus with
Yeah, you can Yeah, you can Will you go with me, don?t leave me lonely? Will you go with me, don?t leave me lonely? Would you go with me, baby If I tell
just keep fight the temptation to get your body real wet Oh, keep givin' hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft, ooh Oh, keep givin' hand claps, baby
cuba and parle' in the bay, Play with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay Front all my niggas nothin' left but qb's, Sit back like a fat
down Wet T-shirt contest, 500 dollars to the mommy Wit the firmest breast yes I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick Chicks get wet as soon as I
mic And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight Yeah, there's no escape from the terror dome You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes
that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ah) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Pop that Pass tha Dutch, baby Jiggle that fat
orgys Baby, I don't mean to act rude But you told me you would never fuck a black dude Colt 45 must have got you in the mood To eat a fat dick like sum
(*rooster* BUCKBUCKUPAKAAAAAA) Baby i dont mean to act rude but u told be u woud never (*rooster*)fuckafucka black dude, Colt 45 musta got u in the mood to eat a fat
