| And already got a fat girl on my jock
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| Now my story’s kinda simple, so please change the tempo
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| As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
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| I was chillin' on the ave, drinkin' some brew
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| Saw a fatty comin' my way, so what was I to do?
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| I busted a U, went tha other way again
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| But forgot that tha avenue was a dead end
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| I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
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| Funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
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| Stampede was rushin, I double looked
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| And she had more chins than a chinese phonebook
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| Five four three ugly as can be, she said
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| Hello Eazy E! |
| Do you remember me? |
| (I said no)
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| Huhu yes you do suga
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| My name is Bertha but you can call me booga
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| Remember the time when you were drunk at a party
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| We was slow dancin, give ya all this body
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| When she said that she loved it, I was in shock
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| Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock
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| She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown
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| And with a bear hug picked me off tha ground
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| Squeezin' me tight, attempted to bug me
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| Grabbed me by tha rear, said
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| I was hell, victim of a scandal
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| Coz this girl’s too much for E to handle
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| Broke tha beast grip, started to run
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| Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun
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| She’s grubbin', thighs rubbin' in a hot pursuit
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| I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot
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| She kept on comin' because of addiction
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| Legs on fire because of friction
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| My gun broke
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| I was doomed
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| Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
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| As I swung, tha fat girl fell
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| Lyin' on tha ave just like a beached whale
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| That’s tha story, it’s quite ill
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| And all fat girls y’all besta chill
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| All overweight freaks stay off my block
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| Cause it’s ill to have a fat girl on your jock |