FATLACE CHUX

[Intro] x2

It ain't heavy, ? Chevy, pimp talk to this

C-walk to this, d-walk to this

[Verse 1]

Now if I start this verse, throw all my W's up

You know my birthplace

Westcoast the first place, where Funk got his first taste

Elements in the truck to make the dirt quake, and earth shake

And plaid bottom-ups from top to bottom like a church day

My taylors, chuck taylors, fat laces for that chuck space

Turn ? high on that Ducktape

And I mean high, chucking dueces for goodbyes

Someone tote the purple, but for this I don't rely

Because the guy is naturally flyer then promotional ads

Puff an L and let emotions just pass

And so it's like, highs and goodbyes, as I'm running through these lines

Like strings in the eyes of my chucks that I tied

To make a tight grip around the hips of my girl ?

Remember back in the 90's, yeah that dookey-braided diva

And I ain't from this planet, I don't think that she is either

Two-seater mothership, take us to a new arena

A habitat for creatures with an appetite to eat up any beat

Regurgitate and repeat, tires screech

Now you duckin' from the drive-by

Don't be surprised if I start buckin' from the right side

Take a breath, chest rise, this for the westside