Texty:
Too Phat What You Want

of grace gurl you got taste, lemme embrace and then race you to bed gurl wont close my eyes till i kiss you goodnight let me hold you tight, you know

the yack threw your head back The big time is what you wanted The devil put the strap in your palm And now you got it And you shot it Chorus It

need that *** from you every night 'Cuz I know it gon' be wet and right A candlelight dinner 'cuz wit me, you a winner If you wit me, you ridin' Davins

mad Maaad Crew up in da house Yo wassup my brotha? Wassup my brotha? Aiyyo wassup now sis? What up now sis? You got what i need I got what you need Got

a few MC's get to hang that plaque On the wall rappers ball but they don't live phat Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been

ahh, ahh And you don't stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond Now introducing the sound from the ghetto E Double and Too Short, what the fuck you

you the rest I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet Playing broads ain't based on love You want my money, I wanna fuck And after we do all that, I talk about you

' like you bright Definitely will get dark Listen, definitely I hustle black Definitely I fly So you can try anything you want I'll definitely jus' sigh Definitely know I'm real Definitely no, you

the game, 'cuz she the business Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you