Pudgee tha Phat Bastard - When He Comes On - 38100 lyrics

".. doesn't sound good to me" [Pudgee] Motherf** the bullsh**! Hello, heidi ho, where's my intro To this show, and you know the sh** is dope I'm all that, no, your mind ain't playin tricks But I think you s** like a (who*e) does to dicks Talk good game, but you ain't no lover Last you p**y you had is when you slid out your mother You know I was hep to the sh** from the get-go Come off like the clothes of a ho in a strip, show My oh my god DAMN I'm proud to say Or like they say that every dog gotta have his day Rest a**ured when the day arrives on this child I'm kickin the gravy style, never the corny style Nuff respect is what I'm gettin, give it to me Even if you're part of BBD you couldn't "Do Me" I play Marvin Gaye, "What's Goin' On?" "Let's Get it On" Cause everything is over when the Phat ba*tard goes on [Chorus] C'mon motherf**ers c'mon (aww yeah!) C'mon motherf**ers c'mon (here we go) C'mon motherf**ers c'mon (keep it up!) C'mon motherf**ers c'mon (here we go) [Pudgee] Here comes the wickedest, with the wickedest style I'll be kickin it I wear a size eleven you can guess where I'll be stickin it Think with the heart, everything is all me sh**tin on n***as as if they was Tawana Brawley Who cares whether superstar or small name Tramplin comp like a City College ball game Scamp, get the upper hand, I'll be with it Drivin 'em right off the edge like in Chappaquiddick Without a second for thought, what I got to lose? They'll find you deep in a river wearin cement shoes Anyone gets out of hand I get drastic How the f** you wanna leave - a basket or casket? f** the fact that they say I ain't - sh** Plus the fact that, they're really on my dick I play Marvin Gaye, "What's Goin' On?" "Let's Get it On" Cause everything is over when the Phat ba*tard goes on [Chorus] [Pudgee] If you ever feel that you're better then tell me Come with the facts or get taxed just like Leona Helmsley You motherf**ers should retire There's nobody flyer, I set yo' a** on fire like Richard Pryor No flaws, causin drama And any-a test I'm sure to cut you up just like Jeffrey Dahmer I won't be frontin I can't sing that's not my thing f** with me I'll beat yo' a** like Rodney King I'm pullin tricks on the slick, sh** I'm beatin n***as on the daily routine like you beat your dick Everywhere I'm seein smiles; you're lovin me now 'til things slow down and then you're on a different style I don't know you we never hung out But once I get paid up again you'll be actin like you're strung out And bein life is a gamble, bet I'ma be tellin yo' a** goodbye like Tevin Campbell [Chorus] - 2.25X