Murs - Fat Boys lyrics

[Verse: Anacron] f** what you going through, knowing you You out there getting jealous cuz my sh** is swollen fool Holding dudes and dudettes captive Fool deff captions, this vandal gets active Reactions happen when the hats from a track start cracking The wood block pops and I rock parts rap bend in two factions Fresh and better than the rest Fact is behind the ears most of y'all are wetter than the stretch pants on a trick slit Embedded in your chest is my response to your request for a battle, vista prints Your homie hollering peace god can get bend Cuz I'm one half B-boy and gangster fifty percent Ill take the time out to serve a B-boy or a graff writer But ill start punching when marsh mouths are moving but ain't running Cuz I'm sick of n***as rapping, gums flapping, carrying on Everybody and they mom got a song thats the bomb Up, in, here Yall, s**, its clear That motherf**as ain't on sump this year You gonna bump and steer When Netherworlds is in the ride Slashed around in bucketseats with the tweeders up high I got one reply when guys ask me to rap on the streets Get the f** away from me fat fool I make beats [Hook: Anacron] Fat boy beats Fat boy rhymes Up in the club bust a fat boy time Fat boys eat like whales in the pond Fat boys got like me strap gats for the crime [Verse: Murs] Murs A fat boy verse, although, long winded Catch me rhyming in the booth long after my song's ended I'm giving my fans more like they needed they lines pended I'm currently grind spending with never a bronze finish I'm living beyond minutes Sixty I'm gone with it Stealing the show, with a hot wired mic So if it's not sounding hype, then it's not wired right Before they find the evidence, you know I'm out on a flight So I can do it again My crew in the wind In a room full of groupies asking, "Who want to sin?" Off the brew and the gin Don't care who I offend Cause speaking too much truth got me losing my friends So I put it in my songs and do it through pens Combine with beats that make you nod like taking two to the chin Come up short once before but never losing again Cause Netherworlds is taking over, me and two of my friends b**h [Hook: Murs] Fat boy beats Fat boy rhymes All up in the club having fat boy times Fat boy beats Fat boy rhymes bu*tercup, powder puff, committing fat boy crimes [Verse: Himself] Every time I'm on the mic I'm guaranteed to keep the club hoppin' Like sixfo's with the nose in air and the a** droppin' And while you pa**ed out from the drinkin' and pill poppin' I'll be on stage with a fresh Heineken still rockin' There's always that guy talking about "trying me" Mad cuz his girl was up front, eyeing me It ain't my fault that your b**h is a groupie But you don't have to worry cuz I'm not recruiting Then there's always them b**hes at the back of the bar Talking loud over your set like they the star Then there's these groupies don't care who you are If you rap get the dough, get the p**y, use their car Then there's the fools down front hatin' They say I ain't use enough metaphors in what I'm sayin' Then there's these with their hat co*ked, act rough Saying I don't talk about gats enough Shut your mouth Know your role Netherworlds is in control Not your average rapper Talk sh** and get stole But if you listen, it could be good for your soul Netherworlds is spinnin out of control, grab hold [Hook: Himself] Fat boy beats Fat boy rhymes All up in the club havin fat boy times Drinking fat boy Coronas with fat boy limes Smoking fat boy dimes havin a fat boy time