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Mistah Fab Nig Latin

Verse 1: Shes a hoodie hood Hood rat from the gutta yall Beaver duck If ya hit em use a rubber dawg Skeezer slut Got no chips or no butta yall Shes

ya block Lil hot peppahs movin rocks Dyin from them blue jeans that will ruin socks Youngstas rob and steal just to prove they hot Boss?s Do like pac And get arround Fab

right Sittin on your ass will never get your funds right Boy you gots to do the damn thang all night Hustle to the crack of sunlight Preach Verse Hook Fab

Nigga now you knock that Top that Cause every time I drop raps I drop cats Hit with that cock gat Your name and everything you got Drop that My album , nig-latin

talk this way If you was from the ghetto you could probably talk this way But u aint So dog dont try to talk this game Just do yo thang And peep this nig-latin

lot Get it right , whos hot You got it get the dough I mop non stop So clean U kiss the flow When I shop Only cop That glistining glow Fab?s a lava

What would you do if ya hood was turned out Parents burnt out Sleepin on burnt couch Lights turned out PG&E bill to high Poppa shermed out Brotha

Born in ?82 Den did more than a baby could do Mama had a c-section Almost died from a bleeding infection Pops on his own direction Heroin feind Syringe