Various Artists - Fat Rat lyrics

[Chorus] "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!" "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!" [Verse 1] Here I go with the new style, such a versatile child Hons crack a smile as the dancers hit the tile General like Custer, spread skins like mustard Brothers try to copy but they sh** sound busted Or should I say chopped, brothers need to stop Once Puba sh**s, you know the joint is grit More followers than Jehovah, call me Casanova Used to drive a Nova, but now I push a Rover Pumpin nuff hits, scoopin mad chicks A golden brown complexion and you won't find a zit I take a sip of my brew, before the night is through Honies askin Pu', "Can you woo woo woo?" Yes I got the sk**s that'll always pay the bills "My, my, my," like Johnny Gill Quick to knock the block baby all around the clock Ticky-ticky-tock, ticky-ticky-tock So don't try to play the Puba (cause ain't nothin happenin) Don't even waste your time (cause ain't nothin happenin) Step left with that garbage (cause ain't nothin happenin) You know why black? (Why is that?) Bust it, cause I get [Chorus] "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!" "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!" [Verse 2] Follow me now see Ooh la la la, me say take to dis guy on de natural high Ooh la la la, me say come follow me, come come now Ooh la la la, me say take it to dis guy on de natural high Ooh la la la, me say come follow me, bust it I caught wreck in a sec with a girl that I met At this discotheque, now let me recollect Mmm, the night was lovely, oh so lovely She still thinks of me Now I keep my hair peasy, mo' fine and greasy Never hit the skins if the skins look sleazy Sweetheart, here goes a hint, you better take a mint Cause I can smell the scent Now if I smoked a bag of sess, I still wouldn't mess With a girl in a tight dress, cause a tight dress Just won't impress, but you can try your best And it still won't matter Game for a quickie, I can make a sticky Hold on the hickie, cause next week it's Vicky Rhyme style fat, the God'll break a back Of a new jack, or old jack, who wants to sweat the sac Time for the papes so you better drink some coffee Hon thinks she knows me, but b**h back up off me Puba, you know my word is bond, peace to the Gods And I got to move on, cause you know I get [Chorus] "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!" "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!" [Verse 3] Bust it I'ma drop one more before I travel like sound Brothers say Puba, I'm happy that you makin' it Then turn around and tell a female some other sh** Sincere, you bear my witness (True indeed) A nobody in somebody's business Mind your own neck, and go collect your Mickey Ds check But when you see me give me nuff respect Sincere Allah how do you think I should take it? (Let's slide them n***as down Lincoln bu*t naked) Bust it! I'm not the Captain or the Skipper, got it good behind the zipper Now if honey wants to flip you know the God'll have to flip her I won't smack it but I'll flip it and I'll rub it down Catch a movie and a dinner and then I'm back uptown I rock beats on the daily really when I'm in the mood Attitude never screwed, I only eat the righteous food so Cut on the amp and I can show you who's the champ The man who leaves with all the scamps cause I gets over [Chorus] "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!" "Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it" "So never stop" "Rising to the top!"