Fabolous

[fox69]

"Right Now & Later On"
(feat. Timbaland)

"Right Now & Later On"
(feat. Timbaland)



[Timbaland]
Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
[Fabolous]
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous

[Fabolous]
Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah)
Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh)

Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both rent out playa
Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Y'all seen my rings borders
It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?

[Chorus]
Right now you probably like me, but
Later on you gonna love me and
Right now you probably want me, but
Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
Right now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And I just got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing

It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin on ten times two
Shorty when I'm through....
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It's so funny how I suit the women
They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
They like "where'd he get those twenties?"
And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man"
All I say to the heffers is "Jesus"
Keep swallowin my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna sip Proof
And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of your womb
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin like Times Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where?)

[Chorus]

Fab's hard to be found
But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
I started out, gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
This playa make 'em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens wanna cluck outside
(Timbaland: Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
And mami can't stop eyein
And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"

[Chorus]

[Timbaland talking]
Say what, say what, uh huh
You don't need us, huh?
I see you comin back to her
Like that, with the two-step
Fabolous, we out

 

[fox69]

"Round & Round"

"Round & Round"


[Intro]
Yeah man, Real Talk New York
Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn
Yeah man

[Chorus]
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

[Verse 1]
And they say what comes around goes around
So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down
I got a smoother style
Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile
'Til I pass through ya areas
The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious
You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist
Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+
Like Pharrell, we stand on bars
Girls on us like a fan on stars
500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
Before a nigga lay a hand on ours
Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in space

[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)

[Fabolous]
What comes around goes back around again
And niggaz gon' act up now again
And What goes up must come down
And I'll be here like What's Up now?

[Verse 2]
I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean
Know ya can't knock it when ya clean
Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
I just try to plug into the socket in between
Then watch me do my step
At the same time throwin' up who I rep
Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn
No other way to put it to ya ma'am
But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn
I can throw down like a killa
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl
Move like you in a Hula Hoop
Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)

[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)

[Verse 3]
I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey
Cool as a 10 cent icey
That'll fit in vince nicely
Let 'em get close
Tell 'em play dimmy
Imma get swazy, you can get ghost
Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy
To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy
I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man)
You lookin' at me (Yeah, man)
Slow down ma, ya speedin' again
You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind
But fo now, let yo hips go to this
Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss
When I dip low and flip, show the wrist
It looks like a froze hypno and cris
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
And I'm in amazing shape
With the DR flag on a bathe of apes
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)

[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)

 

[fox69]

"Sacrifices"

"Sacrifices"


[Intro:]
Yeah, you know the crazy thing is
They gon' talk about you when you ain't got shit
But then they gon' talk about you when you got shit
And see they gon' talk even when they don't know
What you had to do or what you go through
Sacrifices

[Verse 1:]
Seeing your family scrambling, that sanity damaging
Gotta, make a move can't just stand and be mannequin
Have a man who be managing, randomly standing in places he shouldn't
Trying to move that Pamela Anderson under
Stand and beat hammers and grandma keep paneling
Cause them niggas from the other side are fans of me vanishing
New day, new funeral, my grandma be panicking
But I gotta eat, she just handing me sandwiches
And an appetite like mine, got me scamming and scandeling
Riding shotty with my homie, but I plan to be phantom and
Bumping something I can feel, fam, I need sampling
Not no Bieber on the hook, I need Anthony Hamilton
I got molly, I got white, I be Hannah Montana and
Like a Migo it's illegal, but it's grams in my hand again
So it probably ain't right, but this the land of the scandalous
Til your own friend a snake you probably can't understand it then
When you go you're just gone, all we missing is payments
Dr. King fought for my freedom that I risked just to pay rent
Ain't no love for these streets, ain't no kissing the pavement
Yeah, I'm sick and tired of shit, but they insist on being patient
But for what? To wait on that eviction note?
I wake up to some real shit, them dreams I have is fictional
Unless I go and get it, don't stop, get it, get it
2 Live Crew money and the Luke dancers with it

[Hook:]
Jesus died on that cross, that's a sacrifice
Niggas dying for their cross, that's a sacrifice
Rosa Parks took a charge, that's a sacrifice
If shorty took that charge for you, that's a sacrifice
Just do what you gotta do, baby
Just do what you gotta do, baby
Just do what you gotta do, baby
You gotta do what you gotta do, baby

[Verse 2:]
Baby gotta do what a baby gotta do
Baby mama ain't got it, but her baby father do
Never pick up baby boy, but his Mercedes Powder blue
Now mommy sick of daddy and baby got a flu
And what's crazy about it too
Is all she sees is lies when she look him in his eyes
And her baby got them too
Pay a little child support, but what's so shady about him too
Is in the club he pop Rozay, but won't bring baby bottles through
I know things fell part, I ain't saying we gotta glue
But if you walking around in Prada, buy your baby Prada too
Telling hoes "yes", we can't get a "maybe" outta you
Shit is fucked up, and I don't think the baby gotta clue
What's a lady gotta do? Bend over for dollar tips?
Cause ain't nobody giving young, single mothers scholarships
Mama just got diagnosed, breast cancer
So when they ask what she's gonna do, her best answer
Is "I don't know, gotta do what I gotta do"
And I don't know about your bills, but the ones I got are due
People always wanna try and tell you what you gotta do
But there's a difference in what those who don't and those who gotta do
It's called sacrifices, hate to see my man gone
Bail was like a pop fly just to bring my man home
Can't just leave him out there
Gotta believe in yourself even when there's doubt there, yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Salute"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Salute"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Fabolous]
First off I'm a mother fucking
G.en.er.al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a hellichoppers land on top of this bitch
You want this whopper come and get your beef nigga
Im not a boxer I'm be brief nigga
Were on top I will put you underneath niggas
We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga
Your highest title numero uno
Im not that litte pregnant white girl but juno
You no anything within a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you anf guess who the nigga leash
I was once tols by my nigga meach
You feed a sucka he just grow to be a bigger leach
So even time you hear mine get your hand to your hairline

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker

[Lil Wayne]
Now just say Hello to the Captain
And I stay away from magnets cause the man knows what I'm packin
Bet your brains on your shirt will look like jello on a napkin
And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on a canvas
Call me wezzy f baby young money on betta get layin
Fabe I gotem
And watch me get em
And I do them
Or I did them
And theres two within my denin
And I shoot everything but woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy nina kiss you by my rips
You wont be satisfied till I send a missle by your crib
Shoot you in the stomach now your pissin out your ears
Hollygrove all day bodys in the hallway
And if you come searchin then your finding out tha hard way
No matter where your from you better recognize a real
Nigga when you see one
Salute me

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose motherfucker
Bow down till your head touch your shoes motherfucker

 

[fox69]

"Say Hello"

"Say Hello"


[Intro]
Ay sometimes in life you go through things right?
(Talk to 'em!) But if you're as strong as I am man
You rebound soon as the ball come off the rim
(I know about that!) That's what we do over here
The Street Fam (that's what we do over here)
{"Gangsta, gangsta..."} Oh!
It's Loso just in case you ain't know so
(DJ Drama) Feels good {"Gangsta Grizzill!"}

[Chorus]
Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
You can't get a good look from a bad eye
It's like wearin a good suit with a bad tie
And I ain't do shit, just imagine had I
say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
You can't get a good look from a bad eye
It's like wearin a good suit with a bad tie
And I ain't do shit, just imagine had I
I, I, I

Fuck I need with another chain?
My nigga Raj just seen his brother slain
I'm tryin to feel the brother pain
Cause I know it's no way I could get another Caine
Bad thoughts be on a brother brain
I'ma ride, I'm just in another lane
Can't stand to see my mother strained
or stressed over all the bullshits of the game
So, I'm with dark-skinned Lorraine
Parked in the Range, sparks in my chains
Yeah, I've been marked in the fame
That's why the lenses are dark in my frames
Tryin to clean dirt marks from my name
I ignore remarks from your lames
I know Brooklyn got my back
My rearview's the only way that I am lookin back
to hello, uh, say hello, uh
To L.O., uh, to L.O.S.O.

[Chorus]

I think my girl gon' have to find another nigga
I'm tryin to tell her I am not that other nigga (that's not me)
When I met her she was with another nigga
She must still think that I'm the other nigga (damn!)
Before her head got bigger
Before that shit we was Beyonce and Jigga (I mean it looked that good)
I can't complain and say that she a gold digger (nah)
But like 'Ye said, she ain't fuckin with broke niggaz (nah)
But tell me have you ever lost somethin nigga?
It's like the stage coach turned into a pumpkin
She be tryin to judge me, without a gavel and a robe
But she ain't been nowhere and I done been around the globe
They see me ridin young cold
And the diamonds in my lobes, shine brighter than strobes
... then again
My swag kicks in, that's when the bad guy begins
Say hello, uh, say hello, uh
To L.O., uh, to L.O.S.O.

[Chorus - fades out]

 

[fox69]

"She Did It"

"She Did It"


[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, fuck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she fucking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she fucking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she fucking did it

[Verse One]
Do what I say, fuck what Simon says
Club Rolex, you know what time it is
Is this the Players Club? Cause shorty fine as Diamond is
Ass fat, hair long as Pocahontas’
My whole circle shining like a diamond Bezz
We making money, them niggas making promises
They business minded, but they in the wrong line of biz
Cause they busy minding mine instead of minding theirs
I got some medicine that should clear up sinuses
Got some Ciroc, you know what kind it is
She said, “It’s yours babe, let’s see how mine it is”
Let me test that head out, I wouldn’t mind a quiz

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
Make it snapback - Mitchell & Ness
I’m telling Khaled when I see him, cause bitch you the best
I get you that fly, I get you that fresh
I buy you some clothes just to get you undressed
I love a girl who down to do all the shit you suggest
Doing that thing that I like ain’t gon’ get you no less
You a G, but that letter don’t fit you the best
Girl you got all them curves, so bitch you an S
Them other niggas coming ‘round don’t get you impressed
Them losers looking sad, they gon’ get you depressed
You wanna ride, but I can’t ride with you unless
You take a nap in my lap, girl get you some rest

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"She Wildin'"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"She Wildin'"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ooh she wildin', wildin'
She do her thang, thang [x4]
She just wanna shake something
Girl that ass gon' make money
Ooh she wildin', wildin'
She do her thang, thang
Said she like it raw, beat that pussy up
You ain't never fuck a thug
You gon' fall in in love
A bottle of that liquid courage on the way now
All my ladies taking shots, I know that they down

[Fabolous:]
I said ooh, she wildin' wildin', she do her thang thang
Lames get shot down, she do a bang bang
She attract rappers and the ones who do the same thang
Playas in the league and dope boys who slang thangs
All tryna pull up on her, all she do is lane change
They be all in the air, 100 be the main thing
Tryna lock her down, she ain't with the Chain Gang
Wanna make her wifey, but no name change
She be on that Brikin to Chanel type of name change
She be stuntin', she be on her Jackie Chan thang
Big chain Rollie in the sky, let your thang swang
Mike with the iced out, Mike plain Jane
Either way you know what time it is, gotta maintain
Mr. Chows' girl, not a PF Chang thang
Whole crew bad, it's a pretty gang thang
Long hair, don't care, let it hang thang

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
I said ooh, she pop a Molly and do her thang thang
Take the grapefruit and do that brain thang
Man, that ruby red, that shit done changed things
I'm about to bust, but before I go bang bang
Hold up, she climb up on it like she King Kong
Back and forth on that table, like she ping pong
She tell me play the dirty version, not the clean song
She tell me fuck her in the dark, with my bling on
And she do this thing to me, she know I like
She need no one to check, she know that mic
She like when Spider-Man climb up them walls
She be so wet, feel like you in The Falls
She like Niagara, man fuck your Viagra
She make you cum fast and fuck up your swagger
She make you come back, like that boomerrang
Ooh she be wildin' when she do her thang
When she do her thang
When she do her thang
When she do her thang
Ooh she be wildin', when she do her thang

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Shook Ones Freestyle"

"Shook Ones Freestyle"



Yeah, DJ Clue?
To all the killers and the hundred-dollar billers
Ha-ha, to real niggas who ain't go no feelings
Check it out now, yeah

You got to fuck with my realness
I'm sick with it like I'm stuck with a illness
It ain't luck that I'm still rich
Just more reason for me to tuck and conceal this
Your boy might have to hit a fuck-nigga kill switch
Snap right back to me standin' in the projects
Bakin' soda, boxes son handin' me the Pyrex
We was small then, but the plan was to be 5x
The world is yours plan, but, man, I need that Nas Lex
SC 400, that's all your boy wanted
And the light-skinned shorty from next door that's frontin'
She couldn't see that I was that next boy or somethin'
Maybe I just needed to flex more or somethin'
Now I hit that fuckin' Rolex store for nothin'
And I could teach niggas, give lectures on stuntin'
And if I need a bitch, I could text yours or somethin'
Then she don't see me the next tour tour or somethin'
Shit crazy right, imagine me when I was twenty-three
Ridin' through Brooklyn, realizin' it's only one of me
Notice that I'm who the wannabes want to be
It feelin' like all of y'all don't want none of me
In this kitchen, step back and watch the chef cook
My corner told me, "Counter jabs with a left hook"
And give me mine, you don't want to see my stress look
I drive through with the mask, lookin' like Westbrook
Cash me out, for the twenty Gs I'm in there
Now multiply it by how many times I been here
Forty Gs for the show with the in-ears
Dog, I ain't hit a ATM in ten years
There's a difference in gettin' money and got money
I'm just a winner with a pocket full of pot money
I ain't judgin', baby, go and get that thot money
You better stay for a rainy day when it's not sunny
You know niggas change just like the weather
Get in one argument and just like, "Whatever"
Meet a new bitch who look just like whoever
People sayin', "Wasn't they just, like, together?"
My bitch ass feel so soft just like my leather
Got a good head on her, I just like 'em clever
This life forever, fuck the lame, mad shit
You wouldn't look this good in the same-ass fit
I'll give it to you niggas on some AIM Blast shit
Then give it to your sons on some Dame Dash shit, boy
You niggas ain't bosses anyway
A nine-to-five beat a ten-to-life any day

Get your money cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you scared to look
You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks

 

[fox69]

"Sickalicious"
(feat. Missy Elliott)

"Sickalicious"
(feat. Missy Elliott)



[Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!

They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like 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 nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!

[Missy Elliott]
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)

[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B, O-L-O
U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)

[Missy Elliott]
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then 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 on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, like 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 then 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 up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Sicker Than Yo Average"
(feat. Red Cafe & Trey Songz)

"Sicker Than Yo Average"
(feat. Red Cafe & Trey Songz)



[Hook]
(Huh, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)

[Fabolous - Verse 1]
Ha ha, sicker than yo average
Oh you think you hot
I’ll come through quicker than a maverick
Shut ya heat down, you’ll quickly be embarrassed
Come through where you live, flick it up like Dallas
Stick to living savage, I’ll stick to living lavish
Picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice)
She calling me Fab Pitt, you can be my Jolie
Swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie
You ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police
You know what time it is girl, you can see my Rolie
My car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause
You can’t see me but you know a sick nigga in it right

[Hook]
(Ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Ha, ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
Nigga working hard just to have it
Tell you like I told my last bitch
Sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo
Sicker than yo average

[Red Cafe - Verse 2]
Sicker than yo average
Euro gang crazy, I’m in the sickest fabrics
High every day like I’m living in the attic
Psycho, psycho, my living room padded
I’m sicker than magic, oh
Stuntin’ in the sickest air max, oh
Now I’m finna pose for the flashes, hoe
Still I put it down in the mattress
So make that girl the opposite of Go-Go
Go, go, dippin’ from behind doing the sickest blue jays and I ain't talking Toronto
Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature

[Hook]