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Fabolous - Rap City Freestyle Lyrics Added by Site Admin on 2007-05-26 11:54:56



Tigger:
Ok, ok, Bronx style now
It's off the top
Big Tig blaz'n hot never warm
Fabolous, DJ Clue
You know thats Desert Storm
Goin all through I might snatch ya girl
Puttin it down for BX
P-O-sterboy puttin it down for Harlem world
Jerry curl your block with the hot stuff
Big Tig comin on down yea, I got stuff
Got a few things
Got a few rings
Just a lil bling
Ya girl still sing
When I come 'round, Big Tigger puttin it down
Uh, never holdin the Fo' pound
I just, keep it real and slide to the left
While my man Fabolous come and make it hot to def


Fabolous:
F-A-B, ghetto
F-A-B, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yo, it must be the way I got these broads swarmin'
Cuz now even these old dudes
Is givin me grills like George Forman
Ya'll think its somethin to bubble nickels
I'm on the C.L. waiting list
Bout to jump in the double nickel
And slim keep grinnin
She gotta like the way I stop at the light and the rims keep spinnin
The god will spray with no warnin'
Next thing you know
Heat is on yo chest, like Hardaway and Zo' Mournin
After yo wife
See my watches lid
She want me to bust in her eye so she can watch my kids
I'm still in the club
Ready for the grimes with nine shots
I'm hard headed, I aint learn from the time that Sean got
D.A. know I'm still gettin that Hershey Its playa cool
You never see me sweat in my jersey
I been in the P since
Ya'll been in the Precinct
Screamin F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S yeah!


Posterboy-
Yea, Posterboy, yo, aye yo, check, yo
Aye yo the kid keep a *BEEP* under the blouse
And my girl got a *BEEP* body under the house
And you know I keep it gangsta
I dont run to the south
My 16's move the crowd from *BEEP* under the mouth
In a minute me and Free gon' smash the market
Puff Puff exhale ma pass the *BEEP*
When the, see the whip they run right to it
All they got is hard *beep* and some white *BEEP*
A star in the hood but Im bigger in Brazil
Kill a booth and leave Tigger on the wheel
Ya see me V.I.P guest room
And real men kill men in the restroom
So, shy he blessed to be
If I wave my arm it look like 42nd street, Bling
Its quiet here
You can tell Im in the club when police in riot gear
Everybody wanna shy in they photo pictures
Cuz I walk in the tunnel with them go-go strippers
Its a rumor that I twist Mariah
But Im really in a car studio tryna get with Mya
Ma fiend to have me, ya'll seen the Caddy
Hub caps poke out like Trina fatty
And I never give the D.A. proof
They just find a promoter *BEEP* in the DJ booth
Yeah

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