Showbiz & A.G. Lyrics
Showbiz & A.G. Lyrics
"Fat Pockets Lyrics"
Life's a Dream Lyrics
What you gonna do with your Life? When you gonna spend your time? The way that you've always wanted When you gonna make up your mind? You won't get anywhere until You know what it is you really want to do And when you know where you're going to There'll be no stopping you If only you could remember your dream You could be all the things you've always wanted to be What's been stopping you all this
What you gonna do with your Life? When you gonna spend your time? The way that you've always wanted When you gonna make up your mind? You won't get anywhere until You know what it is you really want to do And when you know where you're going to There'll be no stopping you If only you could remember your dream You could be all the things you've always wanted to be What's been stopping you all this
"I like my pockets fat not flat" (repeat 4x)
"I like my pockets fat not flat" "So get back" (repeat 4x)
[Showbiz]
My pockets stay fat, and they always like that
Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough
Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow, and then I go
And brother's don't know, I'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they can't understand
That I'm 23 years old, I'm in command
I'm down with DITC, that's "Diggin' in the Crates"
And my partner A.G., we always keep crazy papes
I'm staying fat, cause what comes around goes around
I always help out and help a brother when he's down
And out like a boyscout, brothers always shout
"Good lookin out Show" Yeah, without a doubt
But don't try and take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages<
Fiction Lyrics
Instrumental
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Signing off is Show B-I-ZInstrumental
And next up is A.G., he likes his pockets F-A-T
"I like my pockets fat not flat" (repeat 4x)
[A.G.]
Check it out yo, A.G. is living fat
In the mental, in other words can I get a soul clap?
Diggin' in the crates for something smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove
And I'm a top-notch competitor
Carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh that's regular
But the sex I never take
Cause if that bitch screams rape, like Mike Tyson, I'm upstate
And you know that's a fact, black
So if she says no, that means no, and that's that
No matter how cute or how desperate
(Ayo she gotta get the boot) Yeah, she gotta see the exit
But I'm not mad I didn't hit it
I just dial seven digits and some skins that's with it
Bones in the closet, that's my logic
You gotta be smart and keep
Welcome To Last Year Lyrics
Remember the world's not falling apart No matter how it feels Remember the world's not falling apart Things are falling in place Just talking reminds me that I miss security And there will never be... Tonight I can't sleep because we've gone too deep And there will never be...you and me.
downlow in the projectsRemember the world's not falling apart No matter how it feels Remember the world's not falling apart Things are falling in place Just talking reminds me that I miss security And there will never be... Tonight I can't sleep because we've gone too deep And there will never be...you and me.
Watch your step and take it easy
Or act like Stevie Wonder becasue you know you can't see me
Don't sniff no coke, but I might drink a brew
Or maybe two (Andre the Giant, not you)
Yeah, wrecking MC's with just my demo
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That's right, because I'm a gamer
Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her
Step back, get your sticks and your bats
Know you step up because my pockets are fat
"I like my pockets fat not flat" (repeat 3x)
[Showbiz]
It's time to take the brothers from the corner
Clean up they act, and give them a chance to do what the wanna
I'm not trying to be a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty
By Nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours, black man
You think it's easy because I r
Duck Off Lyrics
Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, etc.
p?Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack, etc.
So don't ask me for a dollar motherfucker, you ain't handicapped
And if you was, you'd still have the chance
Look how I flip "ain't this a bitch" now I'm making you dance
Yeah it's Show B-I-Z from your neighbor H-double-O-D, I R-A-P
Cause I wanna stay fat
To keep clothes on my back and you know I never slack
For all the bums that said I forgot where I came from
Eating crumbs on the corner in the slums
I'm hungry enough to grow fangs
Here's a dollar, go to the store, but give me back my fucking change
I'm not trying to spend on so-called friends
Not even with skins, put that bullshit to an end
So fuck the groupies on tour
I'm trying to make a million dollars, some shit I never saw before
So save that bullshit for later
So when I'm large, hoes give me head on an escalator
Yeah, I like to flow, I'm Show B-I-Z
A.K.A. Mr. F-A-T