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Fabulous Lyrics

from Still Ghetto

"Fabulous" is track #1 on the album Still Ghetto. It was written by Berkeley, Edward / Whitehead, John / Carstarphen, Victor / Mc Fadden, Gene / Hoagland, Jaheim / Muhammad, Balewa M / Gist, Keir Lamont / Brown, M..
"Fabulous" is track #1 on the album Still Ghetto. It was written by Berkeley, Edward / Whitehead, John / Carstarphen, Victor / Mc Fadden, Gene / Hoagland, Jaheim / Muhammad, Balewa M / Gist, Keir Lamont / Brown, M..

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Young cat, got back, did a little bid
Now he hard, he buff, he tough, doo rag and timbs
Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block
Charge that to the game

Young girl, she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no dad, she don't know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only wanna crush
Charge that to the game

But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We got love for ya'll, but y'all don't love us

So we swervin' in the suburban, switchin' lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromey thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous

Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little dons and divas up at the mall
Rockin' cornrow twists, that's how we ball
Don't hate on us, were fabulous

They met, he said how she was a dime
So naive that she believed every single line
17, first time slipped up, 'bout to have a child
Charge that to the game

Was just us and mom, single family home
She did the best she could, did it all alone
Met a man but he won't raise a child that's not his own
Oh, no, oh, no, no

But it's all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of dutches
We got love for ya'll, but y'all don't love us

So we swervin' in the suburban, switchin' lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chromey thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Don't hate on us, we're fabulous

Prepaid cellies for local calls
Little dons and divas up at the mall
Rockin' cornrow twists, thats how we ball
But don't hate on us, were fabulous

We're all that we've got
And no matter whatever together we'll weather the storm
It ain't a lot, we all we got, it might get rough
But it's alright

'Cause U N I T Y is all we need
To get our R E S P E C T
And never G I V E U P
And keep your H E A D U P
And never G I V E U P
And keep your H E A D U P

And never G I V E U P
And keep your H E A D U P
And never G I V E U P
And keep your H E A D U P

And never G I V E U P
And keep your H E A D U P
And never G I V E U P
And keep your H E A D U P

Songwriters
Berkeley, Edward / Whitehead, John / Carstarphen, Victor / Mc Fadden, Gene / Hoagland, Jaheim / Muhammad, Balewa M / Gist, Keir Lamont / Brown, M.

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