Microphone check (what), check two
Microphone check (what), check three
Microphone check (huh), check four
What chall niggas wanna do, how yall wanna do it?
Huh, check one
Kick this shit raw
Ghetto fabulous
Ghetto fabulous
Ghetto fabulous
Ghetto fabulous
Ghetto fabulous
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
Turn your hands towards your ass and say bye bye
From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya
Nothin but the fiya ya
Eardrums snatchin champion cheap rhyme busters till the day I die
I say I lie
Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba
I throw em off, I'm two scoops for coo coo
I swoosh through your froot loops, poo poo in your fubu
Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito
Tweeter tweeter MC, the sweeter I be ja meaner
Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights
Move you out, cut your grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good
Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscut and orange juice
Come and take me by the hand and walk ya
I'm the thief in the night that slide your droors off ya
Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon
Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns
What is the actual fuckin meaning
I come in this bitch, without leavin this bitch that think we leaning
It's been like that since way back
I used to rock eight tracks before I rocked eight decks
Concepts goin stay fat, concerts goin stay packed
Ownership's goin stay black, nigga this is payback
I scrape ya somethin crawlin to establishment
Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabblin my talent
Proper proper droppin somethin decent
Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for easter
I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin
And the only way to stop me is call the people for me
Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to
That's the nigga, that's that bastard
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
Ghetto fabulous
That's the nigga
That's the nigga
That's the nigga
That's the nigga
That's the nigga
That's the nigga
That's the nigga
That's the nigga
Who that say they can't sale boy?
They the third ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all
My dogs, my boys and my hogs
Gutiers on these boys and get down and go off
All sides get high when they ride to my words
They mine and they high when I'm live in concert
Stop what your thinking
This ain't no showoff of my business
I don't need nine or ten pack of rappers with me
I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin suckers lose thier stomach
They lose their clout, their cool
And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman
Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions
And fine fabrics
Like a man much money comes automatic
You don't wanna battle with a hardcore rhyme fanatic
Full speed ahead vocabulary acrobatic
That's him, that's that rapper
That's the man, that's the rapper
That's ghetto fabulous
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
That's the rapper
Microphone check (what), check one Microphone check (what), check two Microphone check (what), check three Microphone check (huh), check four What chall niggas wanna do, how yall wanna do it? Huh, check one Kick this shit raw Ghetto fabulous Ghetto fabulous Ghetto fabulous Ghetto fabulous Ghetto fabulous That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper Turn your hands towards your ass and say bye bye From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya Nothin but the fiya ya Eardrums snatchin champion cheap rhyme busters till the day I die I say I lie Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba I throw em off, I'm two scoops for coo coo I swoosh through your froot loops, poo poo in your fubu Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito Tweeter tweeter MC, the sweeter I be ja meaner Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights Move you out, cut your grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscut and orange juice Come and take me by the hand and walk ya I'm the thief in the night that slide your droors off ya Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns What is the actual fuckin meaning I come in this bitch, without leavin this bitch that think we leaning It's been like that since way back I used to rock eight tracks before I rocked eight decks Concepts goin stay fat, concerts goin stay packed Ownership's goin stay black, nigga this is payback I scrape ya somethin crawlin to establishment Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabblin my talent Proper proper droppin somethin decent Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for easter I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin And the only way to stop me is call the people for me Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to That's the nigga, that's that bastard That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper Ghetto fabulous That's the nigga That's the nigga That's the nigga That's the nigga That's the nigga That's the nigga That's the nigga That's the nigga Who that say they can't sale boy? They the third ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all My dogs, my boys and my hogs Gutiers on these boys and get down and go off All sides get high when they ride to my words They mine and they high when I'm live in concert Stop what your thinking This ain't no showoff of my business I don't need nine or ten pack of rappers with me I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin suckers lose thier stomach They lose their clout, their cool And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions And fine fabrics Like a man much money comes automatic You don't wanna battle with a hardcore rhyme fanatic Full speed ahead vocabulary acrobatic That's him, that's that rapper That's the man, that's the rapper That's ghetto fabulous That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper That's the rapper Explain Request ×
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