Fatback

Chorus

U make me flashback, to the fatback
Gold teeth, gold chains, gold rings, and peeling caps back
U fronting on the things you got, we got to snatch that
Flashback 2 the fatback
U make me flashback to the fatback
In the turnips and the collards, four five to make them fall back
Reapa on the mic, say you frauds be all whack
A-T-L slugger for ya’ll, so you can step back

Verse 1

I’m back on the dance floor Ya’ll can open mad doors
‘Bout to heat up the club a little bit more
With that shit, that spit, that hit, that spilt, that perfect fit
Uh-huh, that’s it!
I’m rolling wit’ the ReapALife crew, what you gone do
‘Cause ya’ll suckers is too through I’m ‘bout to do U
Ya’ll been wasting time with them whack ass rhymes
While the real hardcore was on the block dropping dime
Sticker on my LP. Can you peel it?
Booming on my dope beat, Can you feel it?
Borrowing my flow? No, you cannot steal it
Short on my change? Grab them real gats
Like a vampire by day I be professing
But catch me at night with yo girl, I’m teaching lessons
That ass be dragging and I’m gone slay her
Don’t mess with DP, he’s an old- school player

Verse 2

U been waiting for a brother from the hood to drop dime
And I come to freak mine, so watch when me when I speak mine
Watch me go topical, mentally hot and tropical
Grab the nearest mic, I’m guaranteed to be dropping you
Got eyes for the shorty, who be shaking in the party
Got the body whipping on the Reapa, such a hottie
Yo Ned she got them booty shorts
Tell me what she do that for?
Winding on the dance floor
Reapa give her much support
Reproduction be the function, conjunction junction, the beat be pumping
Reapa grab a mic and guarantee to bring you something
I got the beat to make you rock baby
I got the groove to make you go crazy
Chillun’ ya’ll wanna check them statements again
I got the keys to the hip-hop penthouse and rolling in
Jacuzzi, water boiling, with the three dope sisters
We ‘bout to get loose in here, now mister!

(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)