Letras:
Fat Boys On And On

to the beach and I must discuss That the night was hot and full of lust It ain't nothin' new, it's an everyday thing And if I ain't with a girl, I swing

night was a problem, baby You didn't say no, you didn't say maybe I don't know who's to balme, who's wrong? Why you had to turn me on? [Chorus:] Rainy

damn thang [Chorus] [Verse 3-Fabolous] You waitin instead of participatin with them boys You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys

white and black cop And we ain't killin Jonny, no Nigga give em an ass shot Put him on injured reserve Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the

to the South one time Where the cars and the rims and the mouths on shine I grew up on the Geo Boys, talkin 'bout they was from Fifth Ward "Balls and

peace blood) We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why cause I ain't coppin' out (nope) And I fuck wit b-boys who

almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out

his converse, and this a Dre track Keep jibbin and jabbin I pull the thirty eight magnum And get the clickin and clackin your homeys wanna know what happened

chicken wings and a stack of fries Trying to see who's looking from the corner of my eyes On my P's and Q's, and aware of my shit The coast was clear