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Jaheim

Fabulous

 

Fabulous

(álbum: Still Ghetto - 2002)


Young cat got back did a little bid,
kind of hearty but he tough, dorag and timbs,
kind of hard to get a job,
back out on the block
charge that to the game

Young girl, she grew up in a rush
had it bad, no dad, she don't know who to trust
every man she ever loved only wanna crush
charge that to the game

[Bridge:]
but it's all gravy, hey, baby
shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches,
we got love for ya'll, but ya'll don't know us

[Chorus:]
Now we swerve in the suburban and switching lanes
spend up all our dough on them chrome and thangs,
name our kids some funny names,
Don't hate on us
we're fabulous
Pre-paid cellies for local calls
little dons and divas up at the malls
rocking corn rolls and twist,
that's how we roll
don't hate on us
we're fabulous

[Verse 2:]
They met he said how she was a dime,
so naive that she believed every single lie,
17 first time slipped up bout to have a child
charge that to the game
was just us and mom, single parent home,
she did the best she could, did it all alone,
met a man, but he won't raise a child that's not his own
Oh, no,
Oh, no, no

[Bridge:]
but it's all gravy, hey, baby
shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches,
we got love for ya'll, but ya'll don't know us

[Chorus:]
Now we swerve in the suburban and switching lanes
spend up all our dough on them chrome and thangs,
name our kids some funny names,
Don't hate on us
we're fabulous
Pre-paid cellies for local calls
little dons and divas up at the malls
rocking corn rolls and twist,
that's how we roll
don't hate on us
we're fabulous

With all that we've got
and no matter whatever together what weather the storm

and meanwhile with all we got it might get rough but it's alright
'cause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need to get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
and never G-I-V-E U-P
and keep your H-E-A-D U-P
and never G-I-V-E U-P
and keep your H-E-A-D U-P
and never G-I-V-E U-P
and keep your H-E-A-D U-P
and never G-I-V-E U-P
and keep your H-E-A-D U-P
and never G-I-V-E U-P
and keep your H-E-A-D U-P
and never G-I-V-E U-P
and keep your H-E-A-D U-P

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