Boldy James - Fat Raps (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] And it's falling off the side like back fat Giving girls rides to the crib not a rat trap Cheese, peanut bu*ter freeze raps I want all these snapped in his back in the day Like a tall tee tag I need that whip clean G What's the weather gon be Drop top, no drips on this upholstery Supposed to be headed downtown Carwash like blaow And my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down Roll the window back up Good, turn it back up Ugh, UGK Diamonds & Wood Hold up, yea roll up That's tight, that's right You do this right, you might have the time of your life [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Coming from the Westside but my fitted say Sox Where you get banged on if you in it or not Looking like Cain cause I watch Menace a lot And I'm tryna f** your friend so is she with it or not Shout out to ATL cause I'm in Lennox a lot And I dont like looking, I go in there to cop Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot Spending money with the strippers you go in there to watch Blowin on L's, smelling like Chanel You say you the man but dawg these b**hes can't tell But ladies love Dom cause I'm gettin that mail To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail Put the tens up and start breaking out the twelves Bet I have your girlfriend shaking out her heels We shaking all deals And chasing all meals I'm popping all over how you haters all feel [Big Sean] Smoke good, f** better Count money, what's better These lil n***as can't hang Big sh** popping b**h and big my first name I'm a Westsider, Detroit player f** around and I might bring back gators Everyday I leave the crib with no money And come back later with that muthaf**ing paper Finally famous over erything thats just how I feel b**h They trying to stop my shine They yellin hit the k** switch Wrong n***a to deal with Less you doing a deal with Grind hard, thats how I was built b**h Whoa there, whoa there I'm who everybody know here I come through in the club and get more money than promoters Oh thats your girl I see her at my show there I be off in the hood I bet you dont ever go there Ayy so slow there boy Don't go there boy It's people you dont know there boy Young n***a that's addicted to the Polaroids And I gave these n***as more lines than corduroy And my b**hes be gorgeous boy Showtime I hope you record em boy I'm out here [Boldy James] Let's reel half of a brick and bring it back to the kitchen See the crack its fizzing Then bring it back when its finished Jimbo put that on a dish And Chizzel will bag it and sell it Then boldly factor the digits To know the cash that I'm flipping Six gonna get stashed in the ceiling 6-O's in traffic I'm pitching this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o I'm bagging and this one This o the last The n***a Ro is a crackilitician Rolling the ave cause I'm getting dough in that slab Cause I'm getting over, they mad I just grill 'em bro, with my mag on my briches Know I'll blast if you tempt him Bro you will crash in your whip with holes in your back cause you hit Going as fast as your engine go When you smash in the strip smoking a bag with your b**h Choking, gasping for breath holding Grabbing your chest from boldly magging that tech Unload it faster than Vick's concreture school craft to the the sick Bomb as a brick [Asher Roth] I be frustrated with the way that sh**'s been aging And I'm about to take a break and get away on a vacation Like, maybe Malaysia to escape the meditation I'll just eat, pray and wait for my day of revelation or I'll Take peyote, roam the rivers of Nairobi Change my name to Navajo and live alone and only grow weed Cause this, Naomi flowing show gets pretty lonely Don't nobody ever know you Everybody call you homie Mony Mony they'll be sure to treat you phony As soon as you hit your low they won't be picking up the phone See, I moved to (Comie ?) show these fools that I am home And when Im on the microphone all you wanna-be's can blow me So, take this bo*er to the dome you little bo-peeps That may be inapropy but Im certainly no sheep See, I only lead in this game of entertainment Roth and Big Sean We on Finally Famous [Chip Tha Ripper] Yea, now roll ten of em up f** the rules we Auntie Anne's pretzel bendin em up Don't give a f**/Word to your daddy leather sandals Either pay the light bill or light up them candles Regular White Owl Cigarillo, no Flavors Break that b**h down and peel of the first layer Smooth, like a baby's a** Mercedes pa** The ladies ask can they be next cause I'm kicking their favorite raps Life is playing 2k and kicking raps all day by the lake Smoking truth till I collapse in broad day I'm surfing, radical Gnarly, far out My stoner chicks gather round soon as I break the jar out Ay baby girl pa** the blizz-ard Your woman chose me so I had to jizz her Don't be sleeping or taking no cat naps We leaders of the new school with these fat raps