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Artist: Ludacris, LL Cool J, Keith Murray
Album: FUBU - the Good Life Compilation
Song: Fatty Girl
(*beginning to Fat Albert Cartoon series*)
Na na na gonna have a good time
Na na na gonna have a good time
Hey hey hey
[Ludacris]
Yo, girl you taste like a cinn-a-bun
So sweet from the thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach, check the size of my meat
Call me the butch, Ludacris king ding-a-ling sheet smusher
Sweet street pusher give me that gusher.. nasty stuff
Looker I took her..ran out of liquor... (time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga (who give's a fuck)
Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang
I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange
Dang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop
Take it to the floor back up and then drop
Effervescent.. time times of the essence
Make em undress in less then 3 seconds
So whore's keep steppin whore's keep slobbin
Sex as a weapon, clothes that I slept in streets keep mobbin
Thieves keep robbin get two in yo butt three to yo noggin
Creepin and crawlin I'm incogneg
If you can't catch the ball then you in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe, watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk
Risky and clean, crispy of creams
You lookin mighty fine in them jeans
[Chorus]
In them jeans you got a
Fatty girl (whoo)(uh) fatty girl(ahh) fatty girl(uh) (repeat 1x)
Fat as a midge
In them jeans you got a
Fatty girl(uh) fatty girl(ah) fatty girl(uh) (repeat 1x)
[LL Cool J]
International baller baby...
Young birds in the coupe goin
(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)
Easy.. I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Cause de blood claat talk can do if ya wan please me)
I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy cool J be
Havin young ladies bustin like 380's
Lubricated silencers, crushin all challengers
Gats that be claiming they glocks but really dillingers
Get it?.. glock dillingers
I'm big you small.. more nuts on yo face than graffiti on the wall
Hair like brillo .. cuttin up my pillow got em sayin (hello)
Naked in a tub of a jello.. still no competition
Still flow nigga listen
(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing I'm a christian)
Amen .. its like a scene out of player's magazine
Let them other cats holla.. L will make you scream
[Chorus]
[Keith Murray]
This isn't thought? of those broads who got the goods
To the chicks who don't and its still all good
Some broads got an automatic thickness for 8
You'll soon get it just stay workin hard at it
Goodness gracious good god almighty
You got a bodunka butt girl don't hurt nobody
Toes all painted .. feet all out
Here's an aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt
Juicy chunky stanky funky gut slappin ball slappin
Cater to yo every fantasy
You got the tongue clitoris tits and belly pierced
necklace around yo waist toe rings
Girl do yo thing
I mean in them jeans yo shape is beautiful
And everything is clean cut down to the cuticle
Whoo-wee Jesus JoJo K-Ci and Mary
Girl you don't know what you do to me
Ain't no doubt about it..
When she walk by tongues hang out eyes pop out the socket
(BING!) cats cringe and point like pssh ummph
You can see that thang from the front
We gas those up like full service
and keep 'em drunk like Kathie Lee Curtis
And when you shake it.. you rock my world
I done died and went to heaven.. you got a fatty girl
[Chorus] - repeat to the end
Artist: 112 f/ Ludacris, P. Diddy
Album: Peaches & Cream (CD Single)
Song: Peaches & Cream (Bad Boy Remix)
[Intro - P. Diddy]:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, 2001
This is the remix (Won't stop)
112 (Can't Stop)
Def Jam, Bad Boy, yeah
This is the remix, Ludacris come on
[Ludacris] (P. Diddy):
Ludacris like 'em shakin' not stirred (yeah)
Wakin' up blurred (uh-huh)
Walk butt naked (what)
Talk, speech slurred (that's right)
Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on)
Stop then SWITCH
Next, get me (that's right)
Hon', you kinda taste like lemon merange (lemon merange)
So nice I add spice with the cinnamon thang
Make ya pull your own hair out
Make ya body go flat, get the spares out
Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right)
Cake mix, finger-lickin'-like tactics, floor gymnastics
Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK
'12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK
Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on)
I only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right)
I only reach for your spot and release the steam (come on)
A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix)
[Slim of 112] (P. Diddy):
Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah)
Let me show you that I'm feelin' you (uh-huh)
Wanna sex, wanna ride with you (come on)
Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you (I like this)
Can't get enough of you (come on)
Always thinkin' of you (yeah)
So sweet, so very wet, so good girl you make me sweat
[Hook - 112] (P. Diddy)
Girl I'm talkin' 'bout peaches and cream (say what)
I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream (uh huh)
Know what I mean?
Peaches and cream
I need it 'cause you that I'm fiend (uh huh)
Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine
It's even better when it's with ice cream
Know what I mean?
Peaches and cream
[Q of 112] (P. Diddy)
Never thought that I would be (yeah)
So addicted to you (come on)
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet baby, inside of you (feel me?)
Love the way you juice flowin' down (yeah)
And I can feel it all around (come on)
In the front, in the back of you (yeah)
Oooh I love the taste you, girl you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
[Hook]
[Mike of 112] (P. Diddy):
Don't stop 'cause you know I can't get enough (come on)
Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm wakin' up (come on)
Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up (come on)
Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up
See, them boys 112, we from the A... A!!! (ATL)
And when it comes to eatin' peaches shorty, we don't play.... PLAY!!!
So all the ladies in the house if ya peach's the shit
Put ya hands in the air, represent ya clit, get it?
[P. Diddy]:
This is the dance break
This the remix
Just want you to just...
Just, just, just bounce to this
Yeah, come on
Can I get a lick?
Come on, yeah, can I get a lick?
Yeah, yeah, come on
[Hook]
[P. Diddy]:
Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans
P. Diddy
Q, Mike, Slim, Daron - 112
This is the remix
That's How I Get Down by Ginuwine fting Ludacris
from the album "Life"
1 - [Ginuwine](Ludacris)
Sittin' in my five double-o on twenties
Sittin' low-low
That's how I get down
(Get down, get down)
If you want some of this
Baby girl all you gotta do is say so
That's how I get down
(Get down, get down)
Put you in a crib, ice you out
Buy you whips at your disposale
That's how I get down
(Get down, get down)
I'll give you everything you've wanted
All you gotta do is let me know
That's how I get down
(Get down, get down)
[Ginuwine]
Every day I see you baby
You're standing alone
Do you have a man and are you going home?
He should be picking you up
Not have you take the bus
If that's how he gets down
You need to leave the ground
Cause he doesn't care for you
He doesn't live for you
He doesn't want for you
Nor is he down for you
You can have the world baby, just wanna let you know
Come get with a man, and let the boy go
Repeat 1
You'll never want for nothing
You'll never take a fall
You'll have just what you want
Prada, Gucci, and all
I'm offering everything to you
Things are what they seem
This is not a hoax
And no this ain't a dream baby
You need affection baby
You need protection baby
You need the love that I know you ain't been gettin' baby
Take a hold of my hand
Let me lead you there
You need to be free
You shouldn't have a care
Repeat 1
[Ludacris]
Now either you want some rocks or a hard place
You lookin' for daddy but searchin' all in the wrong place
Tell him this ain't no dog race or cat fight
Just pull it together and get his act right
Mack right, while I'm bendin' curves in his 'Lac right
What was he thinkin' in thinkin'
He must be out his mind
Gotta be prankin' and stankin'
Crooked and out of life
I'll take you shoppin' and knockin'
Rockin' the proper fit
These women jockin'
And me I talkin' the Prada shit
You pour some Ginuwine, I'll pour some Night Train
I'mma turn these lights out
We can do our night thing
He got a V4 and I got a X5
He got his ex-girl, I'm about to X by
So if you with it, admit it
And let me hit it, hit it
Until you feel it
Cause I don't stop, get it, get it
You need a new coach
Let's start a new game
You on the right track, but you on the wrong train
Repeat 1 till end
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