Yolandi Visser - Fatty Boom Boom lyrics

[Hook: Yolandi] Hey Fatty Boom Boom Hit me with the Ching-ching Fat pocket clinking, dollar eye twinkling Jeez da beats so chunky Me'sa getting funky Ohh ohhh ooh ohh [Verse 1: Ninja & Yolandi] When I'm on the mic it's like murder murder murder! k** k** k**! Wat se Suid-Afrika? Suig my fokken piel Hier kom ek weer Like a lekker a smack in the face Rappers are f**ing boring Ninja bashing their brains What happened to all the cool rappers from back in the day? Nowadays all these rappers sound exactly the same It's like one big inbred f**-fest Sies! No, I do not want to stop, collaborate or listen [Verse 2] Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy hold on to your ching I'm taking over Amerika, blowing up everything Physically fit, the Ninja very energetic If you haven't got it by now, yo you never gonna get it I whip my dick out and piss on all this horrible fokken rap Got an offshore account for dollar bills that I stack Yo f** rap I'm sorry my China we not related I cum mad fast, like the first time I ejaculated [Hook] [Verse 3: Yolandi] Hi! My name is... Yo-Landi fokken Visser Fight fight fight! Kick you in the teeth, hit you on the head with the mic There's a rumble in the jungle I'm bubbling to the beat I'm not looking for trouble but trouble's looking for me My pockets are fokken swollen but nothing just come for free I used to beg, borrow, and steal just to hustle something to eat South Africa used to be dwa*kie to notice me [Verse 4: Ninja & Yolandi] Suddenly you're interested cause we're blowing up overseas Making money money money Yes yes yes Zef side represent You're f**in' with the best I'm a upper Dwa*kies get popped like a s**er Baka Baka Yippie-ki-yay motherf**er! I'm a big deal Yo crazy money get thrown at me Now I'm having so much fun I can't even go to sleep [Dialogue] Yo-landi! What? Where you at? Here I am! Spitting fokken lyrics like bam bam bam! [Hook] [Hook] [Verse 5] We keep it lekker lekker lekker, zef zef zef Spend all my f**ing money til' there's nothing left I'm a fat cat, keep the change I don't need a slip For this fat sack of dagga, yo I'm smoking a spliff In my matte black Subaru, haters throwing a fit Round the corner gooi n fokken spliff Tokyo drift My daddy told me there's a lot of fish in the sea There's also a lot of motherf**in' money b**hes and weed Ja, dagga dagga dagga, puff puff puff Bring the beat back Hi-Tek! Make it rough We drop the type of beats that make you shut the f** up and dance We drop the type of beats so good you're f**ing stuck in a trance In the overseas they like to say you're stuck in a trance We drop the type of beats that make you f**ing cum in your pants Waarsie fokken dagga? Pa** it to the left Lekker Z, to the E, to the mother f**ing F! [Hook} x 3 [Outro] Jesus ou! Chill net n bitjie fokken uit!