Chubby Jag - Full Effect lyrics

rate me

Yeah, it's Chubby!

Niggas turned up by a hundred degrees in this bitch

You know what it is

Chubby, Chubby!

Uh! It's player and balling, keep the coaches out

I never talked too much,

Cause niggas speak on what you spoke about

Money when I focus about, whole pounds smoke it out

Broke used to lead the life oso I'm gonna keep the roaches out

I wanna buy my momma store, but the money tight

I know a couple rich niggas, but funny, they're the funny type

Chubby! I should be smiling, happy, the sunny type

Tired till the niggas home, I need to get my money right.

I knew the shit was hard, I already knew the shit

The real question is how long can I do the shit?

For ten years homie, no recognition for.. position

I'm cooking like I flow in the kitchen

The whole school flat type, homie showing tradition

I'm playing like I'm in the finals, homie no exhibition

All my women looking vicious,

I thought you're in a lake with piranhas

My niggas way past swimming with the fishes!

It's Chubby! You get the red dot, chess shot, leg shot

On.. head shot, shooting till his head drop

The haters been saying cast got a beast

I've been killing every track, I swear I'm running out of beats

Got my foot in every doors like I' running out of feet

Gonna live from pulling stickers cause my youngsters gotta eat

Get me? caged in the way I live, this shit is not common

Jail.. niggas so addicted to top rhyming

We're trying to get our shine on, so we cut diamonds

Hustling man niggas on a block with a block...

I carry... from my fucking...

School her hard, not graduated, no I fucking pass it

Got a question for my niggas, hoe don't fuck it ask it

..in my fucking casket

..you know you're with the fight

Too hard to get the peace here, you know you're with the knife

I don't think I just do it, you know, homie with a knife

Niggas so close to winning, feel like Colby with the whites!

Chubby, I want it bad, so bad that niggas can't sleep

Feed the family, till the mother fuckers can't eat!

..this can't be

You know the model talk shit till we can't speak!

Chubby, you see they're trying to design me, the drama to..

Obama will rhyme me, but you don't hear me hoe

My mind on plenty, I bump on many

You stupid niggas not a match, you put the... on penny

Dig me, you get me? Homie you're penny and I'm a...

It's tick tock until you're blowing and get me on the bar

Niggas fucking with my money, you gonna see the ground

I'mma get you where the first, I'll be where you need to drown

You don't think I'm losing weight, that's until you see the pounds

Chubby Jag...king until I see the crown!

Chubby, Chubby, Chubby!