A-F-R-O - Big Belly lyrics
[A-F-R-O - Big Belly lyrics]
Aha, yo, yo
FRO Thizzle
Ah, I'm in your motherfucking area
Yeah, yeah, yeah, say FRO Thizzle
Uh, say FRO Thizzle
What's my name, like
FRO Thizzle, yeah it's like
FRO Thizzle, uh, sing it
One, two FRO, FRO, yo
At this point I'm just doin
This shit for fun
What I gotta say? Pick up the mic
Put down the gun
I'm a natural born funky-type rhyme spitter
Deliverer of heat
And rhyming like I be on the run
Big belly, big feet, big shoes, when I
Spit dummy, get mean, get loose, I'ma
There's five rules to obide by in dodgeball
Duck, dip, dive, dodge
Duck 'еm all - beyond on par
Listen, I'm too goofy, but dead sеrious
And when I do what I do, they get furious
I go stupid but the FRO
Be never one dimensional
Number one professional hitter
Strictly fundamental
I can run the pencil and place it upon
I had to trace it
I got all this patience
I'm the reason behind them hospital patients
The bad man, he be bigger and better
That man you just a 'notha quitta, whateva
I flatline it while I
Masterminded the blueprint
I catch fire, half ass rhymers is putrid
Ya chillin' with the FRO
Then we gotta live it up -
And watchu know, then you gotta give it up
How could you possibly be tryna
Fuck with the FRO Thizzle?
All these MC's be tryna rhyme
But they so simple
Fuck it, give me a gold medal
So amazing be the FRO fellow
And while I'm blazing leave
The smoke settled
Don't forget I take the time to
Break the backs of cowards
Growing up in school, they
Called me Fat Albert
Damn
Little they know I got
Impeccable breath control
Fire molotov, call me the
Master, the mister sire
FRO
FRO!
Yo, one time
It be the - FRO Thizzle
Sing it with me, like
FRO Thizzle
Yo, I'm out, I'm out!
FRO Thizzle
Ah, I'm in your motherfucking area
Yeah, yeah, yeah, say FRO Thizzle
Uh, say FRO Thizzle
What's my name, like
FRO Thizzle, yeah it's like
FRO Thizzle, uh, sing it
One, two FRO, FRO, yo
At this point I'm just doin
This shit for fun
What I gotta say? Pick up the mic
Put down the gun
I'm a natural born funky-type rhyme spitter
Deliverer of heat
And rhyming like I be on the run
Big belly, big feet, big shoes, when I
Spit dummy, get mean, get loose, I'ma
There's five rules to obide by in dodgeball
Duck, dip, dive, dodge
Duck 'еm all - beyond on par
Listen, I'm too goofy, but dead sеrious
And when I do what I do, they get furious
I go stupid but the FRO
Be never one dimensional
Number one professional hitter
Strictly fundamental
I can run the pencil and place it upon
I had to trace it
I got all this patience
I'm the reason behind them hospital patients
The bad man, he be bigger and better
That man you just a 'notha quitta, whateva
I flatline it while I
Masterminded the blueprint
I catch fire, half ass rhymers is putrid
Ya chillin' with the FRO
Then we gotta live it up -
And watchu know, then you gotta give it up
How could you possibly be tryna
Fuck with the FRO Thizzle?
All these MC's be tryna rhyme
But they so simple
Fuck it, give me a gold medal
So amazing be the FRO fellow
And while I'm blazing leave
The smoke settled
Don't forget I take the time to
Break the backs of cowards
Growing up in school, they
Called me Fat Albert
Damn
Little they know I got
Impeccable breath control
Fire molotov, call me the
Master, the mister sire
FRO
FRO!
Yo, one time
It be the - FRO Thizzle
Sing it with me, like
FRO Thizzle
Yo, I'm out, I'm out!