and me Take the broads, take charge, cause you know we live large If she with the cat, say what, you know we don't bar I'm Mr Fat Pat, hold up on all
my back, now see where your heart is at That hurt, like a heart attack How fraud is that, when I use to front you quarter sacks Damn, I miss Fat Pat
it for the car, do it for the Mo Freestyle flow, I ain't never been a hoe The South coming back, we coming for the title Fat Pat, DJ Screw them still
[feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T
(feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see
all? Welcome to the show I'm Shaggy, like you don't fuckin know This is my sidekick, Fat Pat He goes "Ha ha ha ha", and all a that (That's right!) Anyhow
shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close
was delivered in this world As a crack baby Hard for me to pay attention And I act crazy Gotta get over from the tip I watch the fat lady sing a song
room turn they head around? Mr. Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on crunk Who be riding up in the high-rise elevator Other
was delivered in this world as a crack baby Hard for me to pay attention and I act crazy Gotta get over from the tip, I watch the fat lady Sing a song
got you regurgitating And murdering everything gun shots Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Ya'll know what it is I'm coming to get it and others are
screens glow when the trunk pop [Tum Tum:] Yeah Gripping on the grain (grain) Candy stay in the lane (grain) The memory of Fat Pat (Pat) I swear I love
'm comin' off I got my act down pat, proud of bein' black Don't need a nigga for jack and my pockets stay fat" "A real good looker, far from a hooker
fathom Had em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems Collection of brats, timbs and hats Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll give em that
ya I cheat bad bitches (Huh, what?) I breeze past bitches (Huh, what?) (Yeah) Yo, flea bag bitches, Cease bag bitches (What) Even hardcore rap bitches Back in the day I use to love fat
, it's Texas Fo' Life [x4] I'm coming, I'm coming down R.I.P. to Pimp C Hawk, Moe, nomtombout? DJ Screw, Fat Pat, all the fallen soliders everybody we
now everybody's a gold digga Beer face 4 the paper I get so BITTER! Like fat pat when I rap they say "love it man" Prince Hakeem paper shout out to the motherland Fat