Chip Tha Ripper - Fat Raps Remix lyrics

Chuck Inglish: Yeah And it's fallin off the side like back fat Givin 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 (supoustry ?) Supposed to be headed downtown Carwash like (blal ?) 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 ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you get banged on if you in it or not Lookin like Cain cuz I watch Menace a lot And Im tryna f** yo friend so is she with it or not? Shout out to ATL cuz Im in Lennox a lot And I dont like lookin, I go in there to cop Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot Spendin money with the strippers u go in there to watch Blowin on el Smellin like Chanel You say you the man but dawg these b**hes cant tell But ladies love Dom cuz Im gettin that mail To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail Put the 10's up and start breakin out the 12's Bet I have yo girlfriend shakin out her heels We shakin all deals And chasin all meals Im poppin all over how you haters all feel? Big Sean: Smoke good f** better Count money Whats better? These lil n***as cant hang Big sh** poppin b**h and big my first name Im 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**in 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 Im 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 Its people you dont know there boy Young n***a thats 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 Im out here Boldy James: Lets reel half of a brick nd Bring it back to the kitchen See the crack its fizzin Then bring it back when its finished Jimbo put that on a dish And Chizzel will bag it and sell it Then Boldy factored a did To know the cash that Im flippin 6 gon get stashed in the ceilin 6-O's in traffic Im pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This o the last The n***a Ro is a crackilitician Rollin in av cuz Im gettin dough in that slab cuz im gettin over, they mad i just grill a bow with my mag on my briches Kno I'll blast if you tempt him Bro you will crash in yo whip with holes in yo back cuz you hit Goin as fast as yo engine go when you smash in the strip smokin a bag wit yo b**h chokin, gaspin for breath holdin, grabbin yo chest from Boldy maggin 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 agin And Im 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 Cuz this Naomi flowin show gets pretty lonely Dont nobody ever know you Everybody call you homie Moany Moany they'll be sure to treat you phony As soon as you hit your low they wont be pickin up the phone See, Im 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 10 of 'em up f** the rules we (anians ?) pretzel bendin 'em up Dont give a f** Word to yo daddy leather sandals Either pay the light bill or light up them candles Regular white al Cigarello 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 cuz im kickin they favorite raps Life is playin 2k and kickin raps all day by the lake Smokin truth till I collapse in broad day Im surfin Radical Narly Far out My stoner chicks gather round soon as I break the jar out Ay baby girl pa** the blizz-ard Yo woman chose me so I had to jizz her Dont be sleepin or takin no cat naps We leaders of the new school with these fat raps