Verse 1 ( Malique )
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now Imma kick a lil' som'n som'n funky for the fellas
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and all the phat ladies who been acting ovezealous
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that tell us that Whutthadilly? was really the best one
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and they could hardly wait to check out the next
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so I bless'em wit this phat verse fatter than tractors
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a kiddy kinda voice a contributory factor
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on how I let my phat words affect the fat gurls
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they start moonwalkin' backwards until they back hurts
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now check this is hella fancy you in a frenzy
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and now you and your frens be, jumpin' like chimpanzees
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I know our fans be wantin' us back so bad
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so Imma kick a track and let you lay back and check
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this easy playa, songs you bump to on your CD player
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tiggedy tellin' all the sleazy, cheesy haters see ya later
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gimme the piece of paper with the funky ball point pen
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some people they ready to battle but to busy to make an appointment
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oink oink man just take a look at that biggy that wanna be tupac
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he hittin' me up the rooftop cause my group is too hot
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your crew not, some fool said that my music abusive
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just like the two fists of Len Lewis when he too pissed
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you boo'd this but now you think my coo'ish amuses
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your two sisters dig my voice and drip woo juices
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0,1,2-0,1,2 is how we do
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we make the crowd they go rowdy rowdy hooooo
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Chorus
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wo-o-oh Malique and Joe again,
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they on the radio-o-oh
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blastin thru' your fat momma's stereo-o-oh
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don't wake your neighbors so you gotta keep it
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low-o-oh wo-o-oh, wo-o-oh
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to all the playez in the club, **** **** to the beat
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to all the honeyz show me love, **** **** to the beat
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everybody throw it up, **** **** to the beat
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**** **** to the beat
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Verse 2 ( Joe Flizzow )
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biggedy back up in this b'nez again ya dream
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womans dream man
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the type that ain't gotta open doors and hold hands
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to show love but I get down for sure love, ya know
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love neva hold off
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on gracious boos, that unheard off
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WORD aint' it never of ever occured
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I be pullin' stunts they kinda crazy and absurd
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Joe Flizzow, Malique clockin' boos in scoo's and herds
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when I'm grabbin' microphones they grabbin my shirt
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we contemplating, sometimes we complicatin'
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amazin' pharasing got ya gazin tryina be chasin' the dragon
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they call me Joe the dragon and I dont mean to brag on
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but JZow got his hands on experience to make ya
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hunny got delirious
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I'm seriously silly so Whutthadilly? You got beef wit' me really?
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you gotta be jokin' don't try to be provokin'
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Joe and Malique we hot and we smoking...
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Chorus
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Verse 3 ( Malique )
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yeah yeah we ain't thru until we take you fools on a
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journey back to the old school
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when it was all about love and brotherhood and
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everythang was crazy cool
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check, we usta wear white Nike Air Force sneaks
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with the fly grey Nike Air sweaters
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and at the little playground next to the school is
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where everybody got together
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check it out., we usta drink and chill out in the park,
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and freestylin' from top of the dome
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then everybody would party at Moomoo's crib
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because the mommy and daddy ain't home
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check, see I be chillin', Joe be chillin'
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whole Phat Family be chillin'
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and I still got it, love for thee
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suckers thats down the me!.
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Chorus (2X)
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Anak Ay Am (Freak to the Beat)
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Too Phat |