(Joe Flizzow)
Aiyo here goes the phatso wit' mad flows
Turn you into wackos at packed shows
Macho, afro playin' in retro
Joe keep it ghetto in the metro
(Mallique)
Now scooch, scooch and make way for the shorty
Hoochie koochies wanna smooch me at parties
I'm just a plain ol' rapper ain't no bawla
But still I'm gettin' hollers from gurlies as hot as Paula
Too Phat at first you thought we phony wrestlers
But now you know that ain't no other rapper specialer
The word phat suddenly a phenomenon
Kids buyin' Whutthadily? Tapes for they dads and moms
The kinda role model wannabe's wanna see
I'm gettin' love from those who usta make fun of me
To all the haters yeah I know you can hear me now
Even sick and paralyzed critics can feel me now
(Joe)
Now throw your hands up like you havin' pom poms
And if you think you're s*** shake you bon bons
And keep on bump and grinding to the song
'til your skirt fall off and everybody see your thong thongs
Verse 2
(Malique)
Again up in your area, phatter and harrier
Another bomb album means another mass hysteria
If you don't like me, see I don't give a heck and a half
Heck and half 4x
(Joe)
Again it's Big Willy, ticklin' your belly
Silly lie a kid now don't call me billy
Whuthadilly yo? Late night up in the studio
Clutch my pillow, puff on my cigarillo
(Malique)
Ay Jiggedy Jizzoe with the Flizzow, go grab a cappuchino
Lock flows, clock dough, rock shows all over the nation
Slip a paper and my station-nery, naw man skip the dictionary
Vocabulary straight outta Maliquetionary
You see me smilin' spittin' rhymes so revolutionary
Too Phat, the strongest, the couldn't handle you
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow) Aiyo here goes the phatso wit' mad flows Turn you into wackos at packed shows Macho, afro playin' in retro Joe keep it ghetto in the metro (Mallique) Now scooch, scooch and make way for the shorty Hoochie koochies wanna smooch me at parties I'm just a plain ol' rapper ain't no bawla But still I'm gettin' hollers from gurlies as hot as Paula Too Phat at first you thought we phony wrestlers But now you know that ain't no other rapper specialer The word phat suddenly a phenomenon Kids buyin' Whutthadily? Tapes for they dads and moms The kinda role model wannabe's wanna see I'm gettin' love from those who usta make fun of me To all the haters yeah I know you can hear me now Even sick and paralyzed critics can feel me now (Joe) Now throw your hands up like you havin' pom poms And if you think you're s*** shake you bon bons And keep on bump and grinding to the song 'til your skirt fall off and everybody see your thong thongs Verse 2 (Malique) Again up in your area, phatter and harrier Another bomb album means another mass hysteria If you don't like me, see I don't give a heck and a half Heck and half 4x (Joe) Again it's Big Willy, ticklin' your belly Silly lie a kid now don't call me billy Whuthadilly yo? Late night up in the studio Clutch my pillow, puff on my cigarillo (Malique) Ay Jiggedy Jizzoe with the Flizzow, go grab a cappuchino Lock flows, clock dough, rock shows all over the nation Slip a paper and my station-nery, naw man skip the dictionary Vocabulary straight outta Maliquetionary You see me smilin' spittin' rhymes so revolutionary Too Phat, the strongest, the couldn't handle you Explain Request ×
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