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(feat. Fat Bastard) [talking] Yeah, this is our year (for real) Big Tuck, Fat B (it go down) Go getter, for real, yeah [Hook x2] You niggaz can't do what we do, you niggaz can't ball like we ball You niggaz can't crawl like we crawl, our rims stand taller than y'all We ride with screens installed, haters we shining on y'all We can't even shop at the mall, we get attacked at the mall [Fat Bastard] I'm in this game like fuck the fame, a nigga gotta make that change I had to put on my chain, cause I'm so hot I hurt the same You niggaz can't do like we do, you niggaz can't ball like we ball I'm droppin my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm poppin my trunk at the mall [Big Tuck] You know who it is, that nigga that sell in Brazil A nigga with a license to kill, and bitch I kill at will You see that we got the game chilled, platinum grills 24 inch wheels Now haters head for the hills, bitch we fight over bills Songtexte[Fat Bastard] For real my niggaz we smoking that kill, and packing that steel We making them bills, y'all acting at skills say look at that Lac on the hill We grind and that's fa sho, out the mall we pulling dro Piece and chain be full of glow, all our shows be full of hoes fa sho [Big Tuck] Fa sho we moving on go, got pounds and pounds of dro Big Tuck and Fat through the do', a team that scramble for do' For checks we scramble for eight, watch out for phonies and fakes Gallons got hung with a H, got rid of fakes you're late [Hook x2] [Big Tuck] You know where to place us, on top first placers Put them Fake-obs, go get you a Jacob V-12's don't race us, house more spacious Style bodacious, I'm triple to the glaciers Man they hate us, mink coats and Gators Skills made us, rap game invaders Fuck free pay us, get respect like mayors Diamonds like layers, Fat they can't fade us [Fat Bastard] I'm tired of working wood, too many splinters in my hand Steering wheel turn white, I got voice command Hoes in V.I.P., like they play truth or dare Y'all look like ants, cause we move by air Like that there, I make myself clear Screens lit up in the roof, we call 'em chandeliers I hit the shower, fresh and clean for a hour Hopped out Versacci walk, start mixing up that powder [Hook x2] [Big Tuck & (Fat Bastard)] Haters fuck you, reach out and touch you (we'll rush you, fleet you hunt you) This what we do, lay low delete you (like E with his 40 liquor ass, eat you) We on some mo' shit, get fat grip shit (fuck that bitch shit, flip bricks hit licks) Trying to stunt bitch, we got what you got five or six (Fat and Tuck, with this T-Town rhyme skit) We amaze cats race track, glass packs (purple haze sacks, blaze that pass that) House so big, trying to find where I parked at (hey spark that, your memory might come back) When we speak too, diamonds we'll rush you (and it's crushed too, make you say ha-choo) Raps stay tight, like anacondas do (mics we like to chew, just like paranas do) You niggaz gon recognize us, this how we do Fat B and Tuck (ride glass out on that buck, on 24's cause that's what's up) Talking down step ya game up, yeah change your game up (candy paint the frame up, stacking chips like Amus) I'll-be-damned these niggaz ain't real, yes sir we give 'em something to feel (like En Vogue that's on the real, like T with a blindfold for the shining grill) We underground and we bout a mill, it took a week to shoot how I love (that's the real we showing skills, not over night invested years) [talking] Yeah, that's what's up Fat and Tuck, this our year T-Town music Know I'm saying, I wanna let y'all boys know September...BigTuck.com, Big Tuck radio it will be free I know y'all thinking we been bullshitting with the radio station But it's finna go down, straight up Chat rooms, information on shit, check me out at Ttownmusic.net, or hit me up at BigTuck@ttownmusic.net Man this our god damn year, got too much shit going down Look out for all the upcoming albums coming out Look out for the Lil' Ronnie, look out for the Double T "The Pimp Man" You know I'm saying, look out for the DVD It just a whole bunch of shit, we finna bust you hoes upside the head with For real Tuck and roll, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania