FATBOY

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Ocean Wisdom & Fatboy Slim - Rap

FATBOY

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[Intro: Ocean Wisdom] Ay, check, check [Verse 1: Ocean Wisdom] Oop, there it is! in the pocket right here Coupes in the cribs and the profit right there Tryna be the Wiz, you need to stop it right now Cah rivallin' with me is just fuckin' unfair I didn't make it clear, in fact I made it unclear I think they got the message when I copped the Moncler I think she got the message when I bust the [?] Monogamy is boring when no hottie want stare When no hottie want stare Lookin' at my boat like what a float Lookin' at her throat like what a throat How you sayin' all that? I can't cope Rah, and he still got that voice And it's sudden cuddly he never made a bad choice Plus her daddy warned her not to deal with bad boys I'm not a bad boy, rude boy, I'm a fat boy [Chorus: Ocean Wisdom] I move weight in the scene like a fat boy And I walk, never run, like a fat boy When you see me, you better say "That boy Is a young successful black boy" Don't worry mamma, I ain't gonna quit yet Cah I'm really nearly livin' off of interest Bank balance stay lookin' all fat boy Can't come around here on that slim fit [Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom] Damage her, might damage her Break beat, handle that Neat neck, strangle her Check the caliber, check the caliber Jeep traveler, stuff you in a Wrangler Brangela, it's not glandular I'm just fat with it, pussy boy, you move flandular Check the angle of This camera Quick pan around and show you man are not a man enough I been around the world, I been around your class Wise words, a meanie-miny-mo to pick the guy that might [?] You got a teeny-tiny-toe, you couldn't tamper with the [?] If you're really [?], nah you man are my [?] See, if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, profitely And didn't put em down to go and look through my discography He would have wondered where the peck of pickled peppers went When he should have listened to Wiz If pickle pickin' is the policy (Ay fuck off) Mandem on the road tryna get onto me About the kind of [?] About the status of my company I got them slowly realizin' they could never conquer me I got them contemplatin' how the [?] is all-encompassing Your dad's scared of my right hook Lookin' like he'd wanna meet me for a pint, shook Scared of me, tryna befriend me in the night Cah he moved in close and he doesn't want his bike took Huh? Your mum's gaggin' to see me In the yard since she want feel banan on the kiwi In the bits, gettin' brain, and the cabin is steamy It's a stretch and away when she yam on the peewee (oh Lord) Broke boys flaggin' a freebee Like I owe them somethin', niggas naggin' to see me In the bits gettin' jiggy cah my rear view camera [?] [Chorus: Ocean Wisdom] I'm a fat boy I move weight in the scene like a fat boy And I walk, never run, like a fat boy When you see me, you better say "That boy Is a young successful black boy" Don't worry mamma, I ain't gonna quit yet Cah I'm really nearly livin' off of interest Bank balance stay lookin' all fat boy Can't come around here on that slim fit

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