Grand Puba - Fat Rat lyrics

"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"
"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"

Here I go with the new style
Such a versatile child
Hons crack a smile as the
Dancers hit the tile general like Custer
Spread skins like mustard
Brothers try to copy but
They shit sound busted
Or should I say chopped
Brothers need to stop
Once Puba shit's, you know the joint is grit
More followers than Jehovah, call me Casanova
Used to drive a Nova, but now I push a Rover
Pumpin nuff hit's, scoopin mad chicks
A golden brown complexion and you
Won't find a zit i take a sip of my brew
Before the night is through
Honies askin Pu', "Can you woo woo woo?"
Yes I got the skills that'll
Always pay the bills
"My, my, my, " like Johnny Gill
Quick to knock the block baby
All around the clock
Ticky-ticky-tock, ticky-ticky-tock
So don't try to play the Puba
(cause ain't nothin happenin)
Don't even waste your time
(cause ain't nothin happenin)
Step left with that garbage
(cause ain't nothin happenin)
You know why black?
(Why is that?) Bust it, cause I get

"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"
"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"

Follow me now see ooh la la la
Me say take to dis guy on de natural high
Ooh la la la, me say come follow me
Come come now ooh la la la
Me say take it to dis guy on de natural high
Ooh la la la, me say come follow me, bust it
I caught wreck in a sec with
A girl that I met
At this discotheque, now let me recollect
Mmm, the night was lovely, oh so lovely
She still thinks of me
Now I keep my hair peasy, mo' fine and greasy
Never hit the skins if the skins look sleazy
Sweetheart, here goes a hint
You better take a mint
Cause, I can smell the scent
Now if I smoked a bag of sess
I still wouldn't mess
With a girl in a tight dress
Cause a tight dress
Just won't impress, but you can try your best
And it still won't matter
Game for a quickie, I can make a sticky
Hold on the hickie
Cause next week it's Vicky
Rhyme style fat, the God'll break a back
Of a new jack, or old jack
Who wants to sweat the sac
Time for the papes so you
Better drink some coffee
Hon thinks she knows me
But bitch back up off me
Puba, you know my word is bond
Peace to the Gods
And I got to move on, cause you know I get

"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"
"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"

Bust it I'ma drop one more
Before I travel like sound
Brothers say Puba
I'm happy that you makin' it
Then turn around and tell a
Female some other shit
Sincere, you bear my witness (True indeed)
A nobody in somebody's business
Mind your own neck
And go collect your Mickey Ds check
But when you see me give me nuff respect
Sincere Allah how do you think
I should take it?
(Let's slide them niggas down Lincoln
Butt naked) Bust it!
I'm not the Captain or the Skipper
Got it good behind the zipper
Now if honey wants to flip you know
The God'll have to flip her
I won't smack it but I'll flip
It and I'll rub it down
Catch a movie and a dinner
And then I'm back uptown
I rock beats on the daily really
When I'm in the mood attitude never screwed
I only eat the righteous food so
Cut on the amp and I can
Show you who's the champ
The man who leaves with all the
Scamps cause I gets over

"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"
"Over like a fat, RAAAT" "You can't deny it"
"So never stop" "Rising to the top!"