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"Phat" was written by Parker, Chylow M / Taylor, Tyrone George / Jones, Kirk / Scruggs, Freddie.
"Phat" was written by Parker, Chylow M / Taylor, Tyrone George / Jones, Kirk / Scruggs, Freddie.

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Phat phat

Onyx

Phat, phatpha da dah da dah, da dah dah di dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat
Phat, phatpha da dah da dah, da dah dah di dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat

It's the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof I've been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss 'em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat? Phat da dat, da, dah dah, huh
Rat a tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know you're breakin on the phat tracks we're makin
So Sonee Seeza, you're next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat

Onyx

P, H, A, T! (Phat phat)

Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy's place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a rerun, but it's fatter than
I'm rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with Sasquatch
I'm here to let you know, Onyx won't lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamondI'm a hard black kid
Move me think you're schemin to get the semen out my
Cock a doodle doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough? I'm callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you ain't tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it
But first just purchase my joint, you can't be without it

It's P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P, H, A, T, P, H, A, T
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P, H, A, T, P, H, A, T
P (phat) H (phat) a (phat) T (phat)
P, H, A, T, P, H, A, T
P, H, A, T! (Phat phat)

Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well it's time for Sticky Fingaz, God's gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, it's enough you're makin sick and I
Wants revenge can I die for my music?
You don't understand, I worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door
And if you think that's a bluff, then you got me all wrong son
Gettin phat like this is easier said than done
Raise up, rise and shine
I woke up on wrong side of the bed this time
Now it's time to get phat, 'N' all of DAT
(The phat rap scripts tips scales go longer than endless trials
Play my part, stay sharp as darts and nails)
AHHH shut the hell up (chill) and don't hold me back, black
I'm my own freestyle I'm ready to rip the track
Onyx is back, so phat we need slim fast
(With the boom, check the boom, check the boom body bash)

Onyx

Songwriters
Parker, Chylow M / Taylor, Tyrone George / Jones, Kirk / Scruggs, Freddie

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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