Fabolous - Now What lyrics
Fabolous [John David Jackson]
[Fabolous - Now What lyrics]
Uh, they call me G-H-E T T-O, nigga
Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit
Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh
I bet you look at things
From a different perspective
When you see the size of the slugs
The fifth or the tech get
A couple'll lift a detective
And make sure the legs that he
Used to walked with is defective
All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive
About who's the baddest bitch
And if Pac's alive nigga, I'm in a aqua five
With a button that make the roof
Flip back like pocket knives
I can't knock ya drive
You feelin' like Rocky
Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
The squad'll still hold toast
And get these bitches
To open they legs wider than
A field goal post
Broke niggas don't wanna stand my
Grind so they knock it
Think my jeans got Mickey D's
Signs on my pockets the hydro combined with
The chocolate have ya eyes
Lookin' like the tall dude who
Signed with the Rockets
The flow is so sick, sooner or later
These niggas gonna need barf bags
Bigger than golf bags
The coke get flew on planes monthly
And cops search me for weapons harder
Than they do in Hussein country
And any chick that get a view
Of the chain wit me i guess that's what Jay
Meant by chain reactions
Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes
Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when
They come off the boat, fucka
Yeah, Ghetto fab, nigga, uh
Uh, Street Family uh, pay attention, y'all
Please, uh, yeah
You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
Send ya clothes with the check
Or I don't wear uh huh, yeah
Uh uh yeah
Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh yeah
Uh, let's get this money, y'all
Let's get this money, y'all uh, uh, uhhh
Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit
Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh
I bet you look at things
From a different perspective
When you see the size of the slugs
The fifth or the tech get
A couple'll lift a detective
And make sure the legs that he
Used to walked with is defective
All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive
About who's the baddest bitch
And if Pac's alive nigga, I'm in a aqua five
With a button that make the roof
Flip back like pocket knives
I can't knock ya drive
You feelin' like Rocky
Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
The squad'll still hold toast
And get these bitches
To open they legs wider than
A field goal post
Broke niggas don't wanna stand my
Grind so they knock it
Think my jeans got Mickey D's
Signs on my pockets the hydro combined with
The chocolate have ya eyes
Lookin' like the tall dude who
Signed with the Rockets
The flow is so sick, sooner or later
These niggas gonna need barf bags
Bigger than golf bags
The coke get flew on planes monthly
And cops search me for weapons harder
Than they do in Hussein country
And any chick that get a view
Of the chain wit me i guess that's what Jay
Meant by chain reactions
Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes
Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when
They come off the boat, fucka
Yeah, Ghetto fab, nigga, uh
Uh, Street Family uh, pay attention, y'all
Please, uh, yeah
You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
Send ya clothes with the check
Or I don't wear uh huh, yeah
Uh uh yeah
Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh yeah
Uh, let's get this money, y'all
Let's get this money, y'all uh, uh, uhhh