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Les paroles de Fat Rabbit
| | | Artiste: | Timbaland |
| | Album: | Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment | | Titre: | Fat Rabbit | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 2 fois | | | | Paroles: | featuring Ludichris
[Ludichris Verse One]
I be that nigga named Ludi
a k a L O V A L O V A
Fuck that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside let's ride (say what)
And if you love what you do do what you feel
Then I
know you gonna mark my words
Yall drop shit like birds
Then it's about the time for
yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down
Just lay it on down
While we relax
to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh
yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
Don't have no time for the patient
Cuz I
got more dick than a lil' bit
And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe
get like Forrest Gump and just “run baby run”
I guess that they can't handle this
Brothers just to scandalous
If you don't wanna get freaked
then get out my
way like an ambulance (say what)
Gitty up gitty up ride up on the real, let death to the
fake
And tell you boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
Kick back relax, and
just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea
[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel
it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat
rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel
it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit (ohhh, c'mon)
Let me
touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me
grab it)
Fat rabbit (fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That-that fat
rabbit (uh oh)
[Ludichris - Verse Two]
Fatter than fat facts like a dove
sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes and get a surprise like
in CrackerJacks
Punada happy
Givin' up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up,
then I cut out
Why you standin' ther wit' yo Bud out (wha)
And it's always in the
back of my mind
Wherever the place, whenever the time
Even in College Park, after
dark, I'ma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
Beginner, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
And put so much lighter in yo life,
make the roaches scatter
So what does it matter, I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have
rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak ya like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get
comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dong a bone, wack
Kick back
relax and just take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea
[Timbaland (Crowds) - CHORUS TWO]
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it (let me feel it)
Let me grab it (let me grab it)
That fat rabbit (fat
rabbit, fat rabbit, fat rabbit)
Let me touch it (let me touch it)
Let me feel it,
girl (let me feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that rabbit, girl
(ohhh, c'mon)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me
feel it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
Fat rabbit, girl (fat rabbit, fat
rabbit)
Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it)
Let me feel it, girl (let me feel
it)
Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it)
That-that fat rabbit, girl (uh oh)
[Ludichris]
Yo love is supa, kinda fragilistic
You don't know how
bad I fist it
Broke and don't fix it
Yo stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary
I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie
You
wanna be my hoochie
Better than my advesary
Don't be so scary
Never thought
that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up
Keep it tight through the night
while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide
Make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
Til I get to the coming side
Got you where I
want yo ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo eyes on the
President, erase the past
We be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and
run up
And the guts of yo butt don't shake like they used to
I wake ‘em up like a
rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry
No
pain, no gain
Keep yo eyes on strain
Cuz ain't a damn thing changed
Kick
back, relax and take off yo shoes
Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea
[Repeat CHORUS TWO]
[Crowds]
Let me touch it, let me
touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat
rabbit, fat rabbit
(repeat x4)
[Timbaland]
Wha, uh huh
Yea
Dirty South, can yall really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, can yall really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast, feel me
Dirty South, (uh huh) can yall really feel me
East Coast, feel me
West Coast | | | |
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