Текст песни Ludacris, LL Cool J, Keith Murray - FUBU
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F is for all the Fatties wearin my shit!(Do you want me to..) uh, yeah, what?(Uhh, Trackmasters, FB, Entertainment)Yeah, this how we gon` do this (uhh, uhh, ooh!)[Ludacris]Yo, girl you taste like a CinnabunSo sweet from the thighs to the cheekSex on the beach, check the size of my meat; call me the butcherLudacris King Ding-a-Ling sheet smusherSweet street pusher, give me that gusherNasty stuff - look up - I took herRan out of liquor (time to re-up!)Here comes her nigga (who gives a fuck!)Rap fame and plat` thangs they can`t hangI mack dames and pack thangs and act strangeJang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can`t stopTake it to the floor back up and then dropEffervescent.. time time`s of the essenceMake `em undress in less than three secondsSo whores keep steppin whores keep slobbinSex as a weapon, clothes that I slept inStreets keep mobbin, thieves keep robbinGet two in yoor butt, three to your nogginCreepin and crawlin, I`m incogneg`Can`t catch the balls then you in the wrong leagueLet a dog breathe, watch a pimp walkShut yo` ass up when you hear a pimp talkFriskier dreams, Krispier KremesYou lookin mighty fine in them jeans[Chorus]All you brothers want a, fatty girl, fatty girlFatty girl - who me?You know I got a, fatty girl, fatty girlFatty girl - what`s she mean?Ever since I got a, fatty girl, fatty girlFatty girl - fat as a bitch!Fatty girl, fatty girlFatty girl..[LL Cool J - overlaps Chorus]Uhh.. uhh.. hot.. fire.. hot(Step up and represent player) International baller babyHEESHY! Young birds in the Coupe goinHEESHY! (Papi tell me if you don`t feel me)Easy; I feel greasy when you squeeze me(Cut de blood claat talk and do what ya wan` please me)I`m talkin down home smothered in gravy, Cool J behavin young ladies bustin like 380`sLubricated silencers, crushin all challengersGats that be claimin they Glocks but really DillingersGet it? Glock Dillinger, I`m big you smallMore nuts on your face than graffiti on the wallHair like Brillo, cuttin up my pillowGot `em sayin (hello!) naked in a tub of a JelloStill no competition, still flow nigga listen(I`m not supposed to do this type of thing I`m a Christian)Amen! It`s like a scene out of Player`s magazineLet them other cats holla, L`ll make you scream[Chorus][Keith Murray - overlaps Chorus]Aiyyo welcome home Murray!Yo, this is in thought of those broads who got the goodsTo the chicks who don`t - ehhhh it`s still all goodSome broads got an automatic thickness for eightYou`ll soon get it, just stay workin hard at itGoodness gracious, good God almightyYou got a badoonka donk, girl don`t hurt nobody!Toes all painted, feet all outIt`s an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubtJuicy chunky stanky funkyGut slappin ball slappin cater to your every fantasyYou got your tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced (all that?)Necklace around yo` waist toe rings - girl do yo` thang!I mean, in them jeans yo shape is BEAUTIFUL!And I`m "For You, By You" like FUBU (bitch you know the name)Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and MaryGirl you don`t know what you do to me (lord have mercy!)Ain`t no doubt about it, when she walk byTongues hang out, eyes pop out the socket (BING!)Cats cringe and point like psshUmmph you can see that thang from the frontWe gas those up like, full serviceAnd, keep `em drunk like Kathie Lee CurtisAnd when you shake it, you rock my worldI done died and went to heaven, you got a fatty girl![Chorus] - repeat to the end