Sittin’ on Somethin’ Phat
Title | Sittin’ on Somethin’ Phat |
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Artist | Ant Banks |
Album | Sittin’ On Somethin’ Phat |
Release Date | 1993-03-23 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | (Verse 1) Big banks All these hoes wanna know me Cause Im servin em up somethin funky On the real Im the Oakland O.G A place full of hard ass rhymes and slow beats Rush the store and get my shit Put a spliff between them lips n just trip Hit styles and banks ain't tryin out Because the dope fiend beat ain't dyin out And if you say it is than you wrong, punk Cause in this town we got our own funk It ain't no followin G See Im a leader, so motherfuckers followin me And when they get in my path I shake em and laugh Cause they dont know the half Of the the hard times i had Tryin to make it I put it together like buildin blocks And Itll be fucked up if the ceiling drops But I dont think thats gonna happen Cause Im mackin n stackin Gs With songs like these I kick peace to my niggas in the streets that made me And beats to the bitches who be jockin like crazy It feels good when you got it like that Cause Im sittin on somethin phat (Verse 2) I gotta stay phat So wheres the bitch with the gravy? Let me sop it up, stick it n lick it and get paid, see Im a dog as nigga-ro I get that ass and you be askin where that nigga go Well I be gone in the wind with my friends N my benz, sippin on gin as i snickle n grin About the way you was sprung And wanted to marry my weenie I dissapeared on your ass like I was Harry Houdini But it ain't nuthin new, because I been a fool And all you see was the smoke from my tennis shoes And know you heard rubber burnin when I drove off I bet you wish you wouldve never take your clothes off But now its finished and done with And I had fun bitch A one night stand man, so fuck all the dumb shit Ccause thats what the macks are made to do I guess these hoes need to know they can't fade the thruth And than they aim at you, pretend they ain't no fool Guess she didn't know the dick this damn cool She ain't never got fucked like that Cause im sittin on somethin phat (Verse 3) Now im sittin on somethin phat How did i get there? Everybody and they mama wanna sit there Some people might kill Some might sell coocked up rock on the block And some might steal But takin ain't the way to get your pockets phat I know your fingers are itchy because you got the gat And now you wanna do a hold-up, scheamin up I hold the ? and just to see your fuckin parents fuckin swoll up But your ass got caught and its hectic You ain't swoll now your shit is anorexic You wanted somethin phat well it gotcha I know the judge gave your ass somethin proper Slapped you with the book You had to be a crook and your ass got took But you shouldn't´ve try to gank on GP Like Short, I know you wanna be free But now you stuck with no luck for a quick buck In the pen now you can't get your dick sucked By a bitch with a big fat gat Try to be like me, sittin on somethin phat You might also like(Outro) This shit is phat, phatter than a mansion home Phatter than the ass in the 2 Live Crew song Phatter than a goddamn snake neck Phatter than a motherfuckin presidents paycheck Phat like a stack of hay Phatter than a plate from the subrin café Phatter than my dick when its on hold Phatter than a buff ass nigga, when hes home swoll Phatter than a Rolex watch Phatter than Vanessa del Rios cop Phatter than Heatcliff the cat Phatter than four fifteens in a zag Phatter than a nine-two Jag Phatter than a 20 sack rolled in one zig zag Phatter than...*laughter* It ain't that phat man Im out |