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Yea Hey It's your boy Fat Al This song right here, know what I'm sayin' For all my hustlers that be comin' down You comin' down and you play this song right here Open 'em up, even if the police behind you The doors should be open You need to be swangin', this how we do it in Cleveland Hey It's the Fat Al And I'm from the slab First nigga put 28's on the jag 20's on the Lac 24's on the cuddy Pull up in the brown car look like a nutty butty Now I got some buddies that love the cap and They love the Fat Al just because the nigga rap Nigga stay strap and I ain't talkin' about the guns Look when I stop, how my rims just run Niggas comin' up some niggas comin' down Look at the tall trucks got surround sound If you talkin' down then u get a beat down Stop Sprewell spinnin' then I'm clappin' on you clowns I am a winner, you are a beginner Look how I stop oh blind by my spinners Look at me, damn, better make a killin' man When I stop 28's look like a ceiling fan I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down Niggas aimin' high Cause I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down Pull up in the Sunday these boys can't top it Paint is vanilla while my seats is dark chocolate When it comes to cappin' you niggas switch the topic When it comes to this rappin' they know that I'm the hottest Tryin' to make a profit boy you better stop it Touch my hustle man these niggas can't knock it I'm in the droppin' matter fact I'm mobbin' Trunk hit so hard that I thought I did a drop kick Look at the time you know I'm a shine See me ridin' in the cuddy with the boy vibe I said the cuddy don't forget rich B Cause he comin' down slidin' in a grand prix Earn got the Monty C and Mike got the 8 ball Phil slide backwards that mean we got balls Nigga hate on ya'll I think naw Matter fact when I stop I get applause I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down Niggas aimin' high Cause I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down Niggas aimin' high Cause I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down I done came down I done came down I done I done I done I done I done came down Players in Cali, they be comin' down Ballers in the D, they be comin' down Hustlers in New York, they be comin' down Pimps in the shot, they be comin' down Cats in Miami, they be comin' down Don't forget BA, they be comin' down Come ATM boys, they be comin' down Dirties in St. Louis, they be comin' down It's the Fat Al It's the Fat Al It's the It's the It's the It's the Fat Al It's the Fat Al It's the Fat Al It's the It's the It's the It's the Fat Al It's the Fat Al Yeah, they know me know cause it's the Fat Al I told the whole crowd, yes, it's the Fat Al
Writer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Jay King, Denzil Foster, Aljaray Gaston, Ralph Worley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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