Lyrics

Too phat, Ruffedge All you've got Too Phat, Ruffedge yeah yeah Too Phat... Too Phat baby Too Phat... Too Phat baby You see my pockets never held scrilla for realla I usta freestyle for cheap thriller well that was nuttin' but a time killer My time filler, 'cause rappin' made my mind chiller Well back then who knew Nina was a 9 miler I tried to figure out the slangs that I listen And disregarded the gangs that was dissin' I never asked 'em to bounce wit' me But tell me why they always frontin' wit a frown wit me? Was it because the beats and sounds I bumped to were different? Or was it just the baggy fashion I flashed 'em? Wore my cap pushed 45 degrees to the side And let my pants sag braggin' how I'm kickin' it live Been talkin' in slangs and always get dissed for that But now I'm rockin' shows and always get kissed for that It's strange now everybody wanna be my friend Gurls change but I'm Malique the man from back then Too Phat... Too Phat Too Phat baby We don't rhyme for cheddar We don't rhyme for fame Too Phat... Too Phat Too Phat baby Keep your body bumpin' With the sounds that we make Ay by this time you know that I'm just too hot to handle Makin flyer tunes wit' beats that be sampled Bam... I hit you wit' the slow jam Too Phat, Ruffedge man we cooler than the gang Joe Flizzow I pack machismo And stun a fly hizzoe when I grab the mic gizmo at a shizzow Bef'zo huh, it was a crying shame When I was yet a playa 'cause there was yet a game See me 24/7 doin' the same old thangs Me and my scandalous partners mackin' dumbest dames But now in '99, only see me bawlin' I stand tall cause I got sick of crawlin' When all 'em cats wanna be a star Fly skirts tryina ring me on my Nokia Don't trip when I try to show your boo my bed 'Cause I'm Too Phat, baby... 'nuff said Ay ay ay ay guess what? (wuwut?) I'm not a playa I just rap a lot I brag a lot and hug alotta those that chat a lot They say I pack alotta mack and always crap a lot Yap and nag a lot so when I rap ay dont expect a lot Piggedy pop pop I dare you to stop it huh, whenever I drop it huh Hip-hop at the top, you label it pop, but still unable to knock it Unable to block it, my rocket raps are harder to follow, Are harder to swallow, damn I got crazy skillz
Writer(s): Chee Keong Choy, Cairel Adrin Bin Ibrahim, G. Brown, Johan Bin Ishak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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