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Jaheim
Jaheim
Ведущий вокал
Balewa Muhammad
Balewa Muhammad
Бэк-вокал
Clifton Lighty
Clifton Lighty
Бэк-вокал
Tha' Rayne
Tha' Rayne
Бэк-вокал
The Gist Kids
The Gist Kids
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Balewa Muhammad
Balewa Muhammad
Автор песен
Edward Berkeley
Edward Berkeley
Автор песен
Gene McFadden
Gene McFadden
Автор песен
John Whitehead
John Whitehead
Автор песен
Victor Carstarphen
Victor Carstarphen
Автор песен
Mary Brown
Mary Brown
Автор песен
Jaheim Hoagland
Jaheim Hoagland
Автор песен
Kier Gist
Kier Gist
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Eddie Berkeley
Eddie Berkeley
Продюсер
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
Миксинг-инженер
Adam
Adam
Миксинг-инженер
Adam Kudzin
Adam Kudzin
Миксинг-инженер
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Мастеринг-инженер
Edward Berkeley
Edward Berkeley
Продюсер
Kay Gee's
Kay Gee's
Продюсер

Слова

[Verse 1]
I'm fabulous
Hi, Mommy
Hi, Daddy
I'm fabulous
[Verse 2]
Young cat got back, did a little bid
Now he hardy, buff, he tough, durag and Timbs
Kinda hard to get a job, back out on the block
(Charge that to the game)
[Verse 3]
Young girl, she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no doubt, she don't know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only wanna crush
(Charge that to the game)
[Verse 4]
But it's all gravy, hey, baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches
We've got love for y'all, but y'all don't love us
(Now we swerve in the Suburban, switchin' lanes)
(Spend up all our dough on them chrome-y things)
(Name our kids some funny names)
(Don't hate on us, we're fabulous)
[Verse 5]
Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little dons and divas up at the malls
Rockin' cornrow twists, that's how we ball
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous
[Verse 6]
They met, he said how she was a dime
So naive that she believed every single lie
Seventeen first time, slipped up, 'bout to have a child
(Charge that to the game)
[Verse 7]
Was just us and mom, single-parent home
She did the best she could, did it all alone
Met a man, but he won't raise a child that's not his own
Oh, no, oh, no, no
[Verse 8]
But it's all gravy, hey, baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches
We've got love for y'all, but y'all don't love us
(Now we swerve in the Suburban, switchin' lanes)
(Spend up all our dough on them chrome-y things)
(Name our kids some funny names)
(Don't hate on us, we're fabulous)
[Verse 9]
Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little dons and divas up at the malls
Rockin' cornrow twists, that's how we ball
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous
[Verse 10]
We're all that we've got
And no matter, whatever, together
We'll weather the storm
[Verse 11]
It ain't a lot, we all we got
It might get rough, but it's alright
'Cause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need
To get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
Written by: Balewa Muhammad, Edward Berkeley, Gene McFadden, Hoagland, Jaheim, John Whitehead, Keir Lamont Gist, Mary Brown, Victor Carstarphen
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