, come on (Fat, fat, really, really fat) You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know it (Fat, fat, really, really fat) You know, you know, you know, come
You know, your own families, you know But I brought a few friends And you know, to let you guys know When you step into my house Would you please come
With my can of dinner and a bunch of wine Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yea Uh huh huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? An' the crowd gets loud when
lovin' the action Yeah, my Bone Thug niggas, come on If any one of you niggas got any problems Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve 'em Don
, and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show
Man you must be smokin' crack, you don't know who dat is That nigga work for HBD been sellin' weed round here for years So when you finish plottin and schemin' whatever you
As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence You know I always leave you with the taste I know you like it hard to the core That's what you
get it out for the crowd you bought me, you bore me you tease me, you taught me you feed me, you fought me you see me then you want me who you b Me,
You're more than a friend to me To me, yes you are I've fallen, fallen for you, for you, for you baby Each and every day And you See, you're my everything
we runnin' em One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house With the loaded pistol stuck in his crouch one You fuck it up for all of the rest You
From bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny While you bailin', I'm trailin' Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance When I walk by you better not be kickin' Or I put two more in that Terriyaki chicken You
you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out And you
my man you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught a fates Third you caught me with your date that was no mistake Good things come
-pum-pum-pum [Big Punisher] (Chorus) Whatcha gon' do when Pun comes? Knockin' at ya front door And he wants waaaaaaaaaaar..yeah He ain't a rapper he'll kill you
nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you - fuck you Nigga fuck you -
died, you're goin' to war You got a lot of straps an' you want some more You in the little leagues, AKs from the Middle East Guns an' coke, you wanna
dirty mouth When I see you again I'ma cuss you out, biatch! That's my gift, now all you rappers get to say that shit I wont sue you, but that's the trademark
mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the
