Fat for the 90's Lyrics
| Song | Fat for the 90's |
| Artist | Lord Finesse |
| Album | Return of the Funky Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lord Finesse | |
| Suckas out there better pray and shout for help | |
| When it comes to skills on the mic, i'm out for self | |
| Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss | |
| Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust | |
| Swift with the gift when i'm dropping my shit | |
| I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then i split | |
| I'm not the brother to riff and get raw with | |
| I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit | |
| Many try to bore me and harm me | |
| So what you got an army? you're all washed up like laundry | |
| It's lord finesse, the rap phenomenom | |
| I take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadan | |
| I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness | |
| I'm so cool i put fans out of business | |
| Suckas try to to copy and beat me | |
| They try to see me, but it's not that easy | |
| They should take shit slowly, becase they don't know me | |
| I'm on the down low, that means i play low key | |
| But at a party, i'm quick to rag a mic | |
| And brothers can't see me with a satellite | |
| So those who want to battle me, step up lively | |
| "a bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me | |
| I raise instead of sinking, i use my head for thinking | |
| I'm leaving opponents all dead and stinking | |
| I kick game, i got more than a small rap | |
| I drop facts on tracks, shit i'm all that | |
| Whether foreign or american, i come better than | |
| Any specialist or any rap veteran | |
| I'm a brother with skills and a good rep | |
| That's why all the players want to follow my footsteps | |
| So when you hear me, don't comepare me to all the rest | |
| They might be good, but they ain't fucking with lord finesse | |
| Whether you're old or a rapper with a new name | |
| I'll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 train | |
| So don't come here looking for a bargain, troop | |
| I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit | |
| I'm quick to send a nigga home in stitches | |
| Don't sing and dance, but i still get the bitches | |
| So don't ever diss the smooth rap terrorist | |
| I get paid each year to come back and write better shit | |
| Me getting done? now that's a hot one | |
| It's like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun | |
| Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast | |
| They talking trast but yet haven't heard the half | |
| They don't understand it | |
| Cause i'm living gigantic, and i'm the best, goddammit | |
| Now you know who's on who's jock | |
| When it comes to rhyming i get funkier than an old pair of tube socks | |
| You can't fuck with finesse, pal | |
| And when i'm done with ya, send your man for the next round | |
| Andre the giant, tell me how ya living | |
| (get on down to the old slick rhythm) | |
| [a.g.] | |
| You said i wasn't ready, joke's on you, jack | |
| Because i'm the giant, but before it was "who's that?" | |
| I don't get girls that's hard to imagine | |
| You be pulling witches, i get the bitches from the beauty pagent | |
| It ain't hard to tell, ain't had enough yet? | |
| Cause you're wet and i still haven't bust a sweat | |
| I'm a fat cat, you're just a kitten | |
| Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain't hitting | |
| You're low budget, and my skills are so rugged | |
| I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it | |
| Round up the best mc's and confront me | |
| One on one, they gets done, they better jump me | |
| Me against your crew, now that's a fair fight | |
| Me get done one on one? yeah right | |
| Come on and face reality | |
| I get hype and pull out a can of brutality | |
| You'll get knocked in the first round, you won't even get to brag | |
| And ask your girl "do the giant got the gift of gab?" | |
| Slit her off, hit her off on the first date | |
| Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape | |
| Why didn't you step, yeah you had the chance | |
| To face an avalanche, but you'd rather dance | |
| Cause you know the consequences | |
| To anybody that's comp but just romp and stomp them senseless | |
| Cause i speak with a hypertone | |
| The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone | |
| The mic's in my hands, raise your arms, god | |
| Me and finesse on the same team? come on, that's a bomb squad | |
| Got the things that's wanted by every girl | |
| Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls | |
| You got game like me? i doubt it | |
| They say pimping ain't easy...what's so hard about it? | |
| In front of crowds to get lots of cheers | |
| He's finesse, i'm a.g. and i'm the fuck up out of here | |
| Yeah, fat for the 90's, money |
| zuo qu : Lord Finesse | |
| Suckas out there better pray and shout for help | |
| When it comes to skills on the mic, i' m out for self | |
| Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss | |
| Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust | |
| Swift with the gift when i' m dropping my shit | |
| I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then i split | |
| I' m not the brother to riff and get raw with | |
| I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit | |
| Many try to bore me and harm me | |
| So what you got an army? you' re all washed up like laundry | |
| It' s lord finesse, the rap phenomenom | |
| I take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadan | |
| I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness | |
| I' m so cool i put fans out of business | |
| Suckas try to to copy and beat me | |
| They try to see me, but it' s not that easy | |
| They should take shit slowly, becase they don' t know me | |
| I' m on the down low, that means i play low key | |
| But at a party, i' m quick to rag a mic | |
| And brothers can' t see me with a satellite | |
| So those who want to battle me, step up lively | |
| " a bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me | |
| I raise instead of sinking, i use my head for thinking | |
| I' m leaving opponents all dead and stinking | |
| I kick game, i got more than a small rap | |
| I drop facts on tracks, shit i' m all that | |
| Whether foreign or american, i come better than | |
| Any specialist or any rap veteran | |
| I' m a brother with skills and a good rep | |
| That' s why all the players want to follow my footsteps | |
| So when you hear me, don' t comepare me to all the rest | |
| They might be good, but they ain' t fucking with lord finesse | |
| Whether you' re old or a rapper with a new name | |
| I' ll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 train | |
| So don' t come here looking for a bargain, troop | |
| I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit | |
| I' m quick to send a nigga home in stitches | |
| Don' t sing and dance, but i still get the bitches | |
| So don' t ever diss the smooth rap terrorist | |
| I get paid each year to come back and write better shit | |
| Me getting done? now that' s a hot one | |
| It' s like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun | |
| Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast | |
| They talking trast but yet haven' t heard the half | |
| They don' t understand it | |
| Cause i' m living gigantic, and i' m the best, goddammit | |
| Now you know who' s on who' s jock | |
| When it comes to rhyming i get funkier than an old pair of tube socks | |
| You can' t fuck with finesse, pal | |
| And when i' m done with ya, send your man for the next round | |
| Andre the giant, tell me how ya living | |
| get on down to the old slick rhythm | |
| a. g. | |
| You said i wasn' t ready, joke' s on you, jack | |
| Because i' m the giant, but before it was " who' s that?" | |
| I don' t get girls that' s hard to imagine | |
| You be pulling witches, i get the bitches from the beauty pagent | |
| It ain' t hard to tell, ain' t had enough yet? | |
| Cause you' re wet and i still haven' t bust a sweat | |
| I' m a fat cat, you' re just a kitten | |
| Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain' t hitting | |
| You' re low budget, and my skills are so rugged | |
| I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it | |
| Round up the best mc' s and confront me | |
| One on one, they gets done, they better jump me | |
| Me against your crew, now that' s a fair fight | |
| Me get done one on one? yeah right | |
| Come on and face reality | |
| I get hype and pull out a can of brutality | |
| You' ll get knocked in the first round, you won' t even get to brag | |
| And ask your girl " do the giant got the gift of gab?" | |
| Slit her off, hit her off on the first date | |
| Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape | |
| Why didn' t you step, yeah you had the chance | |
| To face an avalanche, but you' d rather dance | |
| Cause you know the consequences | |
| To anybody that' s comp but just romp and stomp them senseless | |
| Cause i speak with a hypertone | |
| The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone | |
| The mic' s in my hands, raise your arms, god | |
| Me and finesse on the same team? come on, that' s a bomb squad | |
| Got the things that' s wanted by every girl | |
| Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls | |
| You got game like me? i doubt it | |
| They say pimping ain' t easy... what' s so hard about it? | |
| In front of crowds to get lots of cheers | |
| He' s finesse, i' m a. g. and i' m the fuck up out of here | |
| Yeah, fat for the 90' s, money |
| zuò qǔ : Lord Finesse | |
| Suckas out there better pray and shout for help | |
| When it comes to skills on the mic, i' m out for self | |
| Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss | |
| Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust | |
| Swift with the gift when i' m dropping my shit | |
| I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then i split | |
| I' m not the brother to riff and get raw with | |
| I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit | |
| Many try to bore me and harm me | |
| So what you got an army? you' re all washed up like laundry | |
| It' s lord finesse, the rap phenomenom | |
| I take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadan | |
| I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness | |
| I' m so cool i put fans out of business | |
| Suckas try to to copy and beat me | |
| They try to see me, but it' s not that easy | |
| They should take shit slowly, becase they don' t know me | |
| I' m on the down low, that means i play low key | |
| But at a party, i' m quick to rag a mic | |
| And brothers can' t see me with a satellite | |
| So those who want to battle me, step up lively | |
| " a bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me | |
| I raise instead of sinking, i use my head for thinking | |
| I' m leaving opponents all dead and stinking | |
| I kick game, i got more than a small rap | |
| I drop facts on tracks, shit i' m all that | |
| Whether foreign or american, i come better than | |
| Any specialist or any rap veteran | |
| I' m a brother with skills and a good rep | |
| That' s why all the players want to follow my footsteps | |
| So when you hear me, don' t comepare me to all the rest | |
| They might be good, but they ain' t fucking with lord finesse | |
| Whether you' re old or a rapper with a new name | |
| I' ll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 train | |
| So don' t come here looking for a bargain, troop | |
| I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit | |
| I' m quick to send a nigga home in stitches | |
| Don' t sing and dance, but i still get the bitches | |
| So don' t ever diss the smooth rap terrorist | |
| I get paid each year to come back and write better shit | |
| Me getting done? now that' s a hot one | |
| It' s like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun | |
| Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast | |
| They talking trast but yet haven' t heard the half | |
| They don' t understand it | |
| Cause i' m living gigantic, and i' m the best, goddammit | |
| Now you know who' s on who' s jock | |
| When it comes to rhyming i get funkier than an old pair of tube socks | |
| You can' t fuck with finesse, pal | |
| And when i' m done with ya, send your man for the next round | |
| Andre the giant, tell me how ya living | |
| get on down to the old slick rhythm | |
| a. g. | |
| You said i wasn' t ready, joke' s on you, jack | |
| Because i' m the giant, but before it was " who' s that?" | |
| I don' t get girls that' s hard to imagine | |
| You be pulling witches, i get the bitches from the beauty pagent | |
| It ain' t hard to tell, ain' t had enough yet? | |
| Cause you' re wet and i still haven' t bust a sweat | |
| I' m a fat cat, you' re just a kitten | |
| Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain' t hitting | |
| You' re low budget, and my skills are so rugged | |
| I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it | |
| Round up the best mc' s and confront me | |
| One on one, they gets done, they better jump me | |
| Me against your crew, now that' s a fair fight | |
| Me get done one on one? yeah right | |
| Come on and face reality | |
| I get hype and pull out a can of brutality | |
| You' ll get knocked in the first round, you won' t even get to brag | |
| And ask your girl " do the giant got the gift of gab?" | |
| Slit her off, hit her off on the first date | |
| Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape | |
| Why didn' t you step, yeah you had the chance | |
| To face an avalanche, but you' d rather dance | |
| Cause you know the consequences | |
| To anybody that' s comp but just romp and stomp them senseless | |
| Cause i speak with a hypertone | |
| The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone | |
| The mic' s in my hands, raise your arms, god | |
| Me and finesse on the same team? come on, that' s a bomb squad | |
| Got the things that' s wanted by every girl | |
| Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls | |
| You got game like me? i doubt it | |
| They say pimping ain' t easy... what' s so hard about it? | |
| In front of crowds to get lots of cheers | |
| He' s finesse, i' m a. g. and i' m the fuck up out of here | |
| Yeah, fat for the 90' s, money |
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