Lyric Sickalicious - Fabolous

Lyric Song Sickalicious: Fabolous
They call me G H E T T O
Black star powerlike B E T shows
I m usually pullin up in the G T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E T glow
I m that nuccaact rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi autogat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
Im the negroamigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyleand the E glow
I m in the blow rangeno matter where he go
I m that homie
Gat on me
I m the kid not that phony
Anybody that know
Knows I m here to get that moneyyeah
Chorus Missy Elliot Fabolous
Heeeynow get that moneykeep them rims spit shiiine
Twenty four shoes on my Hummerand they fittin tiiight
Fabolous and Missysickaliciousriiight
If you hater make my gun go
Blockablockablockablow
Fabolous
They call me F A B O L O U S
You just lay down slow nigga
Know this before thistray pound blow
Spit gameget dames to lay down low
I m da poppy chulothe cops say the tops on the drops is too low
I shop til I dropwhen I m coppin new clothes
Bop in the hopbut don t stop to use hos
I m that new dudethat include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don t matter mood
And a fuck youpay me attitude
I m that young boythat slung boy
That ll have em sayingwhere you get that from boy
I m still leaving niggasat one choice
So run when you hearthat gun noise
Missy Elliot Fabolous
You say you richthen come and talk that shit to me
Blockablockablockablocka
Buy your DVD s and TV sbut I like shoes on my Jeep
Blockablockablockablocka
24 inch wheelsand a good gold grill in the front
Blockablockablockablocka
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more than treat me to lunch
Chorus
Fabolous
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie s
I make another one of America s hotties
And I m that serious mami
I m The One liek the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski s sick
The motors on the jet ski s quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in than Gretzky s stick
I m the one like Penny Hardaway s number
That s why dudes say it s hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch get the God 2 way number
It ll be hard to get a Happy Father s Day from ya
I m the one like the piece that s on Nelly s chain
You can t reach me I m out of your celly range
Bitch I ll even put canary s in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic hop in a helly man
Chorus