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Fat girl!] |
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(repeat 2x) |
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(it's funky fresh eazy e) new kid on tha block |
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and already got a fat girl on my jock |
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now my story's kinda simple so please take it simple |
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as i tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple |
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i was chillin on the ave drinkin some booze |
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saw a fatty comin my way so what was i to do? |
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i busted a u went tha other way again |
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but forgot that tha avenue was a dead end |
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i turned around, here she came, stride for stride |
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funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five |
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stampede was rushin, i double looked |
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and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook |
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five four three ugly as can be, she said |
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hello eazy e. do you remember me? (i said no) |
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huhu yes you do suga |
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my name is bertha but you can call me booga |
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remember the time when you were drunk at a party |
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we was slow dancin, give ya all this body |
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when she said that she loved me, i was in shock |
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oh my god got a fat girl on my jock |
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She gave me tha grin, i showed tha frown |
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and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground |
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squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me |
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grabbed me by tha rear, said i was hell, victim of a scandal |
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coz this girl's too much for e to handle |
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broke tha bee's grip, started to run |
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back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun |
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she's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit |
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i loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot |
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she kept on comin because of addiction |
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legs on fire because of friction |
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my gun broke, now i was doomed |
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dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon |
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as i swung, tha fat girl fell |
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lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale |
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that's tha story, it's quite ill |
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and all fat girls y'all besta chill |
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all overweight freaks stay off my block |
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cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock |
