Verse 1 ( Joe Flizzow ) aiyo here goes the phatso wit' mad flows turn you into wackos at packed shows macho, afro playin' in retro Joe keep it ghetto in the metro ( Mallique ) now scooch,scooch and make way for the shorty hoochie koochies wanna smooch me at parties I'm just a plain ol' rapper ain't no bawla but still I'm gettin' hollers from gurlies as hot as Paula Too Phat at first you thought we phony wrestlers but now you know that ain't no other rapper specialer the word phat suddenly a phenomenon kids buyin' Whutthadily? tapes for they dads and moms the kinda role model wannabe's wanna see I'm gettin' love from those who usta make fun of me to all the haters yeah I know you can hear me now even sick and paralyzed critics can feel me now ( Joe ) now throw your hands up like you havin' pom poms and if you think youre sexy shake you bon bons and keep on bump and grinding to the song 'til your skirt fall off and everybody see your thong thongs Verse 2 ( Malique ) again up in your area, phatter and harrier another bomb album means another mass hysteria if you dont like me, see I dont give a heck and a half heck and half 4x ( Joe ) again its Big Willy, ticklin' your belly silly lie a kid now don't call me billy whuthadilly yo? late night up in the studio clutch my pillow, puff on my cigarillo ( Malique ) ay Jiggedy Jizzoe with the Flizzow, go grab a cappuchino lock flows, clock dough, rock shows all over the nation slip a paper and my station-nery, naw man skip the dictionary vocabulary straight outta Maliquetionary you see me smilin' spittin' rhymes so revolutionary Too Phat, the strongest, the couldn't handle us your gurl wants me now you calling me scandalous? envious, emcees ain't never heard of us but now they hear my voice and gettin nervous ( Joe ) from Joanne to Jane, Renee to pretty Isha when I'm gone with the wind they say baby I missyaa Verse 3 ( Malique ) aiyoh alotta critics are makin me sick, sick sayin' its only narcissism and chicks chicks it's too bad your mom and auntie think I'm handsome I'm sorry litle man. I held your gurlies eyes for ransom ( Joe ) everybody in the place yo you gotta boggie down all the playaz packin' game, clockin' dames to the sound all them fly lookin' skirts yo you gotta boggie too peace, one love and may the boggie be with you...