will have you caught up in some real bitch shit mane, Can't hold water, keep his nose stuffed with powder, Talkin bout abe and fat tone fuck with out
Stack A Dolla is a old ass man, in a young ass body, Which is sayin...Fat Tone gotta ego, you know what im sayin trick, Im Fat Tone, but im slash OG
Bountys. They Got The Wrong Man. Thats What I Told'em When They Found Me. Slammed Me Down On The Mathafukin Ground Talkin Bout "Fat Tone, We Got Yo Fat
so fly suga suga how ya get so fly (Verse 2) I aint worried bout a thing cuz i just hit me a lick i got a fat sack and a super fly chick and (uh uh)
got big trucks with expensive rims I got 5 bucks 'til my checks come in I can you show you real quick what offensive is Touch my fat and bang you to
on some good dope, smoke on some good green Friday payday, so I'm at the Shake Junt Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt Saw my victim caught
financial need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone Nothin' my scaple can't fix
huh Some niggaz is better left alone I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Tune, death of the ring tone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who
you ain't on shit, nigga you ain't on shit Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch I'm in that cherry tone six I'm with a cherry tone bitch
the fresh js, stilettos, the Jimmy Chu's black white and yellow bone, watchin' what they jelly on bringing major fedy home oo what's poppin we hit em with the honey tone
those notions Cause I'm fat, I hit it like I'm skinny Choke up that dro from the IHOP to Denny's It's your choice, real pretty skin tone Real pretty voice
ask me, for food, I ain't ask you Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool And ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too But if ya stomach
of all, I'm the E of EPMD Rockin' the Player Way like Eightball & MJG Squadron, my click be fully armed I got dough, my account be fat and formed Drinkin
down When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants Know your legends, Fat
weed, rolling ?em fat You wonder where the boy learned to act like that Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need To roll a fat joint and smoke
