Lyrics FATBOY - Ocean Wisdom, Fatboy Slim

FATBOY

Oop, there, I’m in the pocket right here
Coupes in the cribs and the profit right there
Tryna be the Wiz, you need to stop it right now
Cah rivallin' with me is just fuckin' unfair
I didn’t make it clear, in fact I made it unclear
I think they got the message when I copped the Moncler
I think she got the message when I bust the
Monogamy is boring when no hottie want stare
When no hottie want
Lookin' at my boat like what a float
Lookin' at her throat like what a throat
How you sayin' all that?
I can’t cope
Rah, and he still got that voice
And it’s sudden he never made a bad choice
Plus her daddy warned her not to deal with bad boys
I’m not a bad boy, rude boy, I’m a fat boy
I move weight in the scene like a fat boy
And I walk, never run, like a fat boy
When you see me, you better say «That boy
Is a young successful black boy»
Don’t worry mamma, I ain’t gonna quit yet
Cah I’m really nearly livin' off of interest
Bank balance stay lookin' all fat boy
Can’t come around here on that slim fit
Damage her, might damage her
Break beat, handle that
Neat neck, strangle her
Check the caliber, check the caliber
Jeep traveler, stuff you in a Wrangler
Brangela, it’s not glandular
I’m just fat with it, pussy boy, you move flandular
Check the angle of
This camera
Quick pan around and show you man are not a man enough
I been around the world, I been around your class
Wise words, a meanie-miny-mo to pick the guy that might
You got a teeny-tiny-toe, you couldn’t tamper with the
If you’re really, nah you man are my
See, if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, profitely
And didn’t put em down to go and look through my discography
He would have wondered where the peck of pickled peppers went
When he should have listened to Wiz
If pickle pickin' is the policy (Ay fuck off)
Mandem on the road tryna get onto me
About the kind of
About the status of my company
I got them slowly realizin' they could never conquer me
I got them contemplatin' how the is all-encompassing
Your dad’s scared of my right hook
Lookin' like he’d wanna meet me for a pint, shook
Scared of me, tryna befriend me in the night
Cah he moved in close and he doesn’t want his bike took
Huh?
Your mum’s gaggin' to see me
In the yard since she want feel
In the bits, gettin' brain, and the cabin is steamy
It’s a stretch and away when she yam on the peewee (oh Lord)
flaggin' a freebee
Like I owe them somethin', niggas naggin' to see me
In the bits gettin' cah my rear view
I’m a fat boy
I move weight in the scene like a fat boy
And I walk, never run, like a fat boy
When you see me, you better say «That boy
Is a young successful black boy»
Don’t worry mamma, I ain’t gonna quit yet
Cah I’m really nearly livin' off of interest
Bank balance stay lookin' all fat boy
Can’t come around here on that slim fit