Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phat-T, artist - Anotha LevelDate of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Phat-T |
| B Glad like the bag I’m not mad like the hatter* |
| On Anotha Level and I didn’t use a ladder |
| Listen up good call me short and it’s on |
| Bust you in the dome cuz I got little man’s syndrome |
| Always down to bone when Home Alone like the movie |
| Gettin mad groupies, Tina Tam and Suzie |
| Honies wanna groove me, cuz my flow is groovy |
| I never pay ends or get skins in a jacuzzi |
| «The track is mighty phat to me |
| Ya loves the way I freaks the beat |
| Whenever it is I freaks the beat |
| Snaps come rolling back to me!"*sung to Tootsie Roll commercial* |
| What, is, really going on? |
| My, lyrics, rain like a storm |
| Oh yes, it sets quite a trend |
| I’m the one your girlie likes and you can’t stand it |
| Fresh cut come hottest, not at all modest |
| I’ma tell you right now, I gets no runs anonymous |
| Cut all the hoopla, end the propagandin |
| We rode the Soul Train, not left Bandstandin |
| Fans keep fannin, where’s my girl Shannon? |
| Hot damn it |
| Now you understand it, aiyyo catch the Stones |
| Because it’s slammin |
| Three: Booty Brown |
| I’m throwin up West coast in the niggaz faces |
| From the City of Angels, I know you know where the place it |
| They call me Rudy, the dark brown tutti |
| The dark brown booty with an afro and a mad flow I’m a rap pro |
| Play the right end, I’m into flippin hits |
| like flapjacks off of fat stacks as I max with Anotha Level |
| So dig it like like a shovel digs a ditch |
| A West coast rhyme without using the word … |
| Four: Bambino |
| I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming like this |
| Ballin up my fists and I’m not even pissed |
| I’m just hyped, the type, you gotsta believe in |
| The dog inside of me is hungry this is what I feed it |
| Marks and oreos, until we fill it up |
| The youngest hound of the Level does that make me a punk |
| Yup, shucks, I still get butt |
| Ask your local honey and she’ll tell you what’s up |
| Ohhh damn, you freak me so well |
| I used to hear it all the time from my old girl Mel |
| Now I’m living swell add her to my clientele |
| Can I get some thirst cuz it’s hot as hell |
| I kick some hoarse shit now I gots ta hay bail |
| Five: Slim Kid Tre |
| Hey bail, check it out well |
| I gets up on the microphone and then I have to sail |
| like a ship, I’m on another motherf--kin tip |
| Got me? |
| Here I go, copy |
| Yeah, so watch your back, black |
| Pharcyde’s here and we’ll never come wack |
| Making all the papes and comin by the stacks |
| I know Anotha Level got my motherf--kin back |
| Here to represent West coast |
| Burnin up the map like toast |
| I feel the funk while Tre Rhymealinda’s |
| Before it’s all over, we all just spins the indo or the bud |
| Concentration is a must, occupation is to bust |
| So I bust, and then I bust |
| This shit is Phat, I’m hoping that |
| You can comprehend, the flavors that we blend |
| You know where to find me, come for the ride |
| On Anotha Level II the Pharcude |
| Seven: Imani |
| Imani represents one of the funk fabulous |
| chillin freewheelin funkstaz, out the funky depths |
| of the West coast underground, umm, yo, so how that sound? |
| I be rippin, rappin, with Anotha Level, rippin |
| Rappin with the Freestyle Fellowshippin, and the Waskalz |
| Giving niggaz assholes, cuz niggaz don’t understand |
| My s--t be in demand so I’m holdin niggaz to WalkMan’s |
| papers, if you slept on me you know you catch the Vapors |
| I got my nigga Fat Lip with me, yo |
| He ain’t around so what am I gonna do G? |
| What am I gonna do man? |
| DAMN! |
| Yo whassup man? |
| You wanna rap? |
| Can you rap whassup? |
| You look a nigga that can’t rap, but I think you might be able |
| to drop somethin on the mic yo |
| Eight: Farmer Brown (Fat Lip) |
| Well I used to just rap when I was on the farm |
| People tried to come around giving me some harm |
| But I tell em no that it got to cuz |
| The Farmer Man is about to flow |
| Cuz I’m the Farmer Man, I hold the mic in my hand |
| like a pitchfork, I say whassup to New York |
| I’m way out like Mork from Ork |
| Enough to make you grab a bottle of moonshine |
| and pop the cork, yeeeee-hawwww! |
| Bout to get raw with my man Farmer John |
| And my good ol frog, so y’all rock |
| The cock-a-doodle-doo, ragga-free funk |
| Even though this ain’t somethin that you’re used ta |
| Yeahhh, hyuh hyuh hyuh hyuh |
| And ya don’t stop, check it out check it out |
| Ya don’t stop, check it out check it out |
| Ya don’t stop, yo what’s you got to say on this boy |
| Anotha Level II the Pharcyde |
| Matter of fact it was phat |
| That shit was phat |
| Say what? |
| To the |
| Say what say what? |
| To the, Phar-Cyde |
| Keep it going, Fat Lip grip the mic |