In background of hook: {Hey, hey, hey, hey}    [Hook]  I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre  Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)  I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre (I'm Mr. Fat Face)  I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)  I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre  Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)  I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre (I'm Mr. Fat Face)  I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)    [Verse 1]  I'm border, grit on that killer  They call it Front Street, know about it nigga  He work the concretes 'til break daylight  You see him post up in the cut, how many?  I ain't servin' nothin' but pure products  I swerk that walk, qoute that slang, choke that thang  I'm talkin' 'bout "I ain't dressin'", nothin' but pain  Keep the Cheverolet funked out  I ain't fuckin' witcha girl 'less y'all trunked out  I come through, tear that ass up  Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up  You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines  Mr. F.F., I'ma stay bright everytime    [Hook]    [Verse 2]  Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liq wit lime  Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line  Over time, like ten 'til, see 'em grin with the grill  Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild  It's everyday like the clock tick  Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit  It's off limits baby, you see the handstiched material  Workin' the original interial  Up in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk  I step on stage and get the whole place crunk  Always garuntee freind-shh y'all  You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all  Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice  Set these down, then I'm gone  One more shot cause I'm on tonight  I shook another fifty-two  Now tell me what do they wants to do?    [Hook]    [Verse 3]  I supply these motherfuckers with the right dosage  Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him  Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym  Shorty told you what it is when you come through here  This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me  Tell him, ain't nothin' nigga, is you the police  When I put the mic down they say they found residue  And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse  Blow smoke up out the roof, cause they ain't got no proof  Six-eights, skate Decatur, they ass through, I'm sayin'  Go getcha ass bread, ya undertsand  Man these niggas think I'm playin'  (Man they boy for real)    [Hook]    {*scratching*}  Five, deuce, four, tre  Shawt, shawty    (repeat to fade)