will have you caught up in some real bitch shit mane, Can't hold water, keep his nose stuffed with powder, Talkin bout abe and fat tone fuck with out
Stack A Dolla is a old ass man, in a young ass body, Which is sayin...Fat Tone gotta ego, you know what im sayin trick, Im Fat Tone, but im slash OG
Bountys. They Got The Wrong Man. Thats What I Told'em When They Found Me. Slammed Me Down On The Mathafukin Ground Talkin Bout "Fat Tone, We Got Yo Fat
let me see ya hands up Now [Hook] [Verse 2:] I like my In four inch Christian Laboutins Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my Fat butt, flat
she call ya, ask that tramp whassup And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when
doubt From a playa to a southern play Ain't no competition When our opposition think we slippin But I ain't trippin' Catch a plane, switchin' trucks Coup's and Lex Tone
corrupted From dawn to dusk so we can thug it (Naw) To all my broken kinfolkin stressing keep on smoking Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the
: Straight bang up your head shit with Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with whack clicks Hoping they whip
: {*dial tone, then numbers being dialed*} [Warren G] Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin {*mumbling*} Call this bitch, raggedy-ass
what we find on this... path... called... [Verse One: Kurupt] Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat
skunk It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps We sip lots of liq' shots It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I kickboxed with
get so fly? Sugar sugar how you get so fly? [Baby Beesh] Now I ain?t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly
: [Intro: Tone] Hawk, who goes yonder? It is I, sire, Tone from Brooklyn Well speak up man, what is it? News from the east, sire The best of both
fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face
Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin
Capone Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We go it sewn The firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone face it Homicide cases
Fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We go it sewn The firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone face it
shit, nigga you ain't on shit It's Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch I'm in that cherry tone six I'm with a cherry tone bitch And she got
