f.a.t. boys 08
Singer:pac div
pocket pocket fulla paper
now let's go heavy on the beat
i lean with my chevy on the creep
squeak through ya neighberhood very discreet
peace as i turn into andretti on the streets
i'm well tuned and the sound is fresh air
now just assume it's goin' down like pressed hair
with pretty young things that got rings in they bellay
welcome to l.a. home of the ese
take a few tokes and then choke off the pepe le pew
and yes they da crew that finna rule for a decade or two
there's nothin' you can do besides stand there and watch
with hands in your pockets
sayin' nigga they can rock it
yea you heard the track boy
now let's bring it back boy like
pocket pocket fulla paper
in my new car speakers bang
girlie say be young that hook is no good
so cool in school i skipped both semesters
girls blew me kisses and sent over letters
when they wanna know better
i tell 'em i do dis in my leisure
yea sean short nay it's colder as ya freezer
broke as a joke but i still toke visas
yo check how we kill em from da door
pac div man we kill em with the flow
and i'm a fat boy so you know how it go
pocket pocket fulla paper
you heard the hook right?
we spit rounds to ya beats for a good price
we crisp down to the sneaks
this whack shit i'm seein'
sick cough and crack light
though i never lived a trap life
the fat boy i got my swag right
but it feels like we back
pac div in this bitch getchya facts right
pocket pocket fulla paper
i'm a fat boy slatch dat pac boy