Too Phat Where My Love At? Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Story That Must Be Told (intro)
  • 2 Alhamdulillah
  • 3 Just a Lil' Bit (original censored)
  • 4 Tell Shorty
  • 5 Nasty Girl
  • 6 Walk With Me
  • 7 Ala Canggung (Do You Wanna Have a Party?)
  • 8 Worda Wordee Wordoo
  • 9 Global Mic Infinite (skit)
  • 10 6 MC's
  • 11 I Wanna Break (Shoutout interlude)
  • 12 I Wanna Break
  • 13 Where My Love At?
  • 14 Ali Baba & The Mic Thieves
  • 15 If I Die Tonight
  • 16 Just a Lil' Bit (the remix censored)
  • 17 Me & You (outro)
  • Verse 1
    Listen...
    It's been like
    One fourth of a score
    And I ain't glad at all
    'Cause I been facin'
    More bull than a matador
    And ever since
    The success of Plan be
    Alotta people think
    It's been candy
    Sweet and dandy
    It can be
    Minus all the envy
    And all these underground cats
    Wanna slam me
    Yeah I admit I been quiet
    But off that I'm tired
    You got beef?
    I'll fry it
    Now which motherlover
    Wanna try it?
    My silence's an act of charity
    And now unmerrily
    I'm forced to stoop down
    To your mentality
    Battle rap was an excuse phrase
    You 'bout to lose face
    The whole sing sing thing
    Was a loose case
    Sing sing's a pen
    Short for penitentiary
    S-G is Singapore
    And Singapore is family
    So tell Kuza
    Which you's a loser
    And if I see her face
    At my show again
    I'll bruise her
    Duality of Styles'
    Diss track was garbage
    Illustrait, garbage
    Souljah Boo, fat garbage
    And praise the Lord
    The mentions are kept minimal
    And when I diss
    I say names
    Buck bein' subliminal
    You asked for my autograph
    Memorized my recitals
    Well last year
    You groupies
    And now you punks rivals? (Please...)
    Illegitimate beef is suicidal
    I still hold the title
    And I'm still your freakin' idol


    Chorus
    Now where my love at?
    I'm askin' young cats
    And all that
    If I ain't phat
    Now what you call that?
    Alotta suckers are mad
    Because I'm all dat
    Yo' blast the track
    Where you ball at


    Verse 2
    Alotta people love
    Us but even some hate
    And the feeling
    When you dealin' wit'
    Dumb hatred's ungreat
    Five years
    I met all kinds of people
    Some minds are simple
    Some kinds just grind your temple
    Critics can suck my ***
    I'm sick with it
    Anonymous diss
    And say another kid did it
    Word is
    Since in the limelight
    Malique can't rhyme right
    But puff that
    This rhyme's tight mate
    Now am I right?
    Or am I right?
    The buck I do
    With my life is my right
    Well everybody sins
    Why mine's the highlight?
    Now reporters stay nosey
    Gossip and rumors
    Life is made humor
    Sicker than brain tumor
    Friends turn to snitches
    Jelly duns is vicious
    Try to set me up
    By hookin' me up with witches
    Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid
    Cause I got this odd
    Sense of danger every 40 yards
    So I roll with bodyguards
    I swear to God
    If it wasn't for the cream
    I've quit cause I've had
    And done enough for the scene
    Promote the four elements
    Key show performin'
    Foreign land tourin'
    Now doin' a song with Warren
    Kids is stormin'
    Bum rushin' pack shows
    But respect from the scene
    Ain't had those
    Now all fingers up
    Not one, yeah I would love that
    Askin' hip hop heads
    Now where my love at...?


    Chorus (2x)
    Now where my love at?
    I'm askin' young cats
    And all that
    If I ain't phat
    Now what you call that?
    Alotta suckers are mad
    Because I'm all dat
    Yo' blast the track
    Where you ball at

    Verse 3
    Yoâ?¦
    I got emotions to let out
    Impossible in two verses
    So here's a third one
    Pardon the curses
    First is first
    Imma make clear
    And state here
    That I ain't start ish
    And won't stop until
    Your eighth tear
    Diss until your mates cheer
    It's retaliation
    The price you pay
    For thinkin' I've eternal patience
    After squashin' beef with Ammo
    I thought it'll be
    Like no problemo
    Until I heard kiddies
    Who dissin' on they demos
    Not just that
    Go on the net
    Phat Fam dissed by Bobby
    Little sick kid
    Who surf porn as a hobby
    14 and racist
    In real life Phlowtron
    Will stomp you on a daily basis
    Alotta internet nerds
    Think they wildin'
    Keystylin' ain't freestylin'
    No timin', no hooks
    No production, no beats, pal
    I rather write dope lyrics
    Than come up with wack freestyles
    I write songs good hearts listen
    The rest start dissin'
    Wit' stanky rhymes
    I call 'em farticians
    Yeah I only mentioned
    Few from the namelist
    Your overnight trick
    Of gettin' famous is the lamest
    Diss the best
    He diss you back
    You get known
    That's obsolete witch
    Work the throne on your own
    But until that day comes
    Kill the bull ish
    And all that
    And realize that deep in your heart
    That's where my love at


    Chorus (2x)
    Now where my love at?
    I'm askin' young cats
    And all that
    If I ain't phat
    Now what you call that?
    Alotta suckers are mad
    Because I'm all dat
    Yo' blast the track
    Where you ball at





    Written by: Cairel Adrin Bin Ibrahim, Damian Seet
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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