Tag: Fat Boys


Fred The Godson – Too Fat Lyrics


[Intro:]
Fat Boys, fat boys

[Hook: Biggie Smalls X8]
Yeah I'm a bad boy
Nigga I'm too fat

[Verse 1: Fred the Godson]
5'9", two-fifty, gut like I'm 6 months
Five nines, 250 worth of bricks pump
I deliver what the strip wants
It's only my job, took the trip once
They told me chop like this
Old head told me play the block like this
Coke head said he want his rock like this
Know yall wish yall had it locked like this
Yessir
What'up Fred?
Uhh? Just my bank account and my blood pressure
I see him, I'm a wreck him
Stomped him with my gum, so he must be an extra
I'll show 'em how to stunt
Fred A-Rod, I ain't going for the bunt
Shots fly, peroxide, I'm laying in the cut
I'm a thousands pounds of uncut to the gut
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]
Come on mama
My real mama in Florida
My ex mama, I dead her cause I was bored of her
I need more of you
What you don't like big boys?
This is all baby fat, come on Kimora
She love my aura
Love it when I call her
Want me to press recorder her
Everytime I'm on her
Doug E. Fresh on her
O-o-on her, o-o-on her, o-o-on her

Uh, I mean I'm hotter than a sauna
Fred from that back block, met her on the corner
However I stay Gucci down to the socks
Spots in blocks filled with rocks
She said "Stop! You want these legs?
You may just wait"
She's said "you're falling off nigga
You're losing weight"
Asked what I want her to cook and I just ate
Still T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Fred!
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fred the Godson]
B-I-G-G-I-E aka G-O-D, get it? Biggie
B-I-G-G-I-E aka G-O-D, get it? Biggie
The greatest ever, peace out to Brooklyn
But I'm big Bronx, I'm coming for the cooking
Every bitch looking, I'm fresh out of the booking
Niggas like "take it where it need to be tooken"
This is my warning, I will claim victory
Chewing on some Juicy Fruit, you can't do shit
Flow unbelievable, kick in the door with it
Bitch get hypnotized when I come raw with it
Sky is the limit, they love me cause I'm nice
Mama tucked me in, gave me long kiss goodnight
They praying on my downfall, can't see me
Please throw down some ice for the nicest MC
Fred!

[Hook]


PRhyme – Rock It


[Intro: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
I said Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
PRhyme, word up
You know I come around and rock it
They saying Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
You know I come around and rock it
Word up

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller
My ratchet blows, it’s trappin’ souls like Bryson Tiller
They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings
And that’s the very thing that gets me out the bed in the mornin’
I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna
I got no fear of dishonor, I bled and lived through trauma
First the Fat Boys break up, then Bow Wow retires
And now y’all disrespectin’ the King
I come there with the street sweepers for niggas
Claimin’ they doin’ dirt and get to just disinfectin’ the scene
I’m what you call the epitomizer of gettin’ dark, I will spit a geyser
That’ll get these guys on the charts to fit a liger of bars
I’m feelin’ like the diamond on the permanent throne
Weed like the Qu’ran, burn it, you can get stoned
It’s smellin’ like a megaphone in the coupe
Go in the two with extra zone in the booth, flow in the tool
The headphones, the microphone and the new poems approve
I’m the best to ever progress on the measured, metronome in the loop
All I can do is turn your sister to my all-night masseuse
Zonin’ to Gu’, this is my moment of truth

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it

[Interlude: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Now, first the Dipset split up, then Azealia Banks leave twitter
And now you niggas hatin’ on Nickel
I just been the same standup nigga since the day I came in this game
And I just come in here to stay til’ I’m crippled
I’ma combination of Kane, G-Rap, Reggie Noble, and James
Who still has Ashanti and Kelly Rowland in dreams
They tried to blackball me, but couldn’t, I was too fuckin’ good
They tried to run me out of my city, I was too fuckin’ hood
So, all I’m tryin’ to say (say) to artists tryin’ to kill me is
"Hey! Even Patron had to stand in line and wait"
This is God’s work handcrafted by karma
I’ma always be here laughin’ and clownin’, last til’ I promise
And last but not least, I’ma finally retire my dad
From that post office, and that’s on my mama
I live my life for my girls and my boys
I took my soul back from the devil, now the world can enjoy it

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it

[Outro: DJ Premier scratches]
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
Word up