Little Brother - So Fabulous lyrics

Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is Eddie Hendricks the legend
I want to thank y'all for
Coming out this evening
And I'm sorry 'bout that
$2 coverage charge
But we have to pay the entertainment
As I present to you Phonte, Big Pooh
9th Wonder
So y'all just put yo hands together
As we bring to the stage, little Brother
Little Brother, y'all go 'head and do a
Little something for 'em

Hey, I flew in from NC to
Keep us moving on schedule
Nat Cole shit, I'm King Unforgettable
Writing on the plane
These words is barely legible
But once again back is the incredible



The Little Brother, we number one
Always getting the job done
We some smooth operators
Haters come close, but they can't touch
Run back and they can't rush
Imagine dat shit
Jay Dee's dreams is plastic
I'm tired of stretching money
Out like elastic
Drastic measures we gon' have to take
Like serving classes up fresh out the gate

Without the papes we 'bout to get
This rap shit nailed down
Cause stakes is high
So I eat at Taco Bell now
Yo, get it up cause it's alright
For y'all to yell now
Wearing yo' Avirex, the cowry shell down

It's so beautiful, so fabulous
So exclusive, so extravagant
We money making (show stopping emcees)
Neva faking, keep on

If you think you can out-rhyme me, boy I bet
I ain't met the motherfucka who
Can do that yet
Why their played out rhymes remain odd
I stay cool like James Todd
And still remain dominant
Up in yo spot tonight, we steady rocking it
And I'm gonna knock you out
Just like mama said
To Lenny, blunt smokes, cigarettes, Henny
But it's something 'bout these hoes
Lord forgive me

I stepped in about a quarter pass, you know
Whatever i'm trying to get up on some ass
Like whatever
And grab a quick bite by the end of the night
I drain trying to complain
And knees killing me, right
But you know we got that hot shit
Known to rock the block
And cause turbulence when you in the cock pit
(Cool, cause he don't get upset)
I grab a bucket of wings, get some snacks
And I jet

MC P-O, people call me Pooh
When I'm busting up the party
I'ma rock fa you 9th is cutting up for the
Niggas in the Justus League

And to you rappers taking all figures
For industry niggas, the ball players
Dropping 'em off of all makers
Wit yo' whole team in ambulances
We building more beef than cattle ranches
Against the snowstorms and avalanches
Big Pooh imitating "Slick Rick"
Well, it was one of those days
(not much to do) i was steady writing rhymes
(for the Little Brother crew)
Of the two be Phonte, and 9th, plus Eccentric
And Big Doe in case I didn't mention
(But did you tell 'em 'bout
The League) Oh yes, the League of Justus
(And did you remember what
They need) These kids, they want substance
Rhymes and beats keep my day flowing lovely
But I'ma say crumbs and pass
It off to Doug E

This is all about no doubt for Little Brother
But first, let's take a moment to recover
Shwang
This has been written, it's never bitten
You keep forgetting the lyrics on
Tracks that I'm spitting
The only thing worse are the
Emcees that I'm ripping
They talking shit and wishing
Some of these guys getting' all hurked up
From a ghost-written rhyme by a chump
Word up it don't make you a big man, and
To wanna diss Little Brother man, and
We all know, it's part of the plan (Why?)
Cuz Phonte and Pooh is in full demand

One time for your mind
One time for your mind
One time for your mind
One time for your mind
One time for your mind
Two times for my nigga Big Pooh
Three times for my Greensboro dimes
Seven times whatever
I don't trip, Doe don't
Trip, 9th don't trip, leg don't trip
Mike don't trip, Te don't trip
Justus League forever now