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Boogie Down - Too Phat

aiyo here goes the phatso wit mad flows

turn you into wackos at packed shows

macho, afro playing in retro

Joe keep it ghetto in the metro

now scooch, scooch and make way for the shorty

hoochie koochies wanna smooch me at parties

I'm just a plain ol rapper ain't no bawla

but still I'm getting hollers from gurlies as hot as Paula

Too Phat at first you thought we phony wrestlers

but now you know that ain't no other rapper specialer

the word phat suddenly a phenomenon

kids buying Whutthadily? tapes for they dads and moms

the kinda role model wannabe's wanna see

I'm getting love from those who usta make fun of me

to all the haters yeah I know you can hear me now

even sick and paralyzed critics can feel me now

now throw your hands up like you having pom poms

and if you think youre sexy shake you bon bons

and keep on bump and grinding to the song

til your skirt fall off and everybody see your thong thongs

again up in your area, phatter and harrier

another bomb album means another mass hysteria

if you dont like me, see I dont give a heck and a half

heck and half

again its Big Willy, tickling your belly

silly lie a kid now don't call me billy

whuthadilly yo? late night up in the studio

clutch my pillow, puff on my cigarillo

ay Jiggedy Jizzoe with the Flizzow, go grab a cappuchino

lock flows, clock dough, rock shows all over the nation

slip a paper and my station-nery, naw man skip the dictionary

vocabulary straight outta Maliquetionary

you see me smiling spitting rhymes so revolutionary

Too Phat, the strongest, the couldn't handle us

your gurl wants me now you calling me scandalous?

envious, emcees ain't never heard of us

but now they hear my voice and gettin nervous

from Joanne to Jane, Renee to pretty Isha

when I'm gone with the wind they say baby I missyaa

aiyoh alotta critics are makin me sick, sick

saying its only narcissism and chicks chicks

it's too bad your mom and auntie think I'm handsome

I'm sorry litle man. I held your gurlies eyes for ransom

everybody in the place yo you gotta boggie down

all the playaz packing game, clocking dames to the sound

all them fly looking skirts yo you gotta boggie too

peace, one love and may the boggie be with you