[talking]
Yeah, y'all know what it is man
Saturday night man, we coming out baby

Where the $#&@ we going, we going to Max's
^!$$% already, meet me there baby let's do it


[Lil' O]
You can catch Lil' O, pulling up at Max's
In a old school drop, seats color of Khaki

Candy red paint, and my 4's look glassy
Got a nine on my lap, and AK in the back seat
Cause you know these jackers trip, when you ride on swangs

And when the light hit ya ice, man ya ice go bling
But if you run up on this harder gun, it might go bang
In fact don't even doubt it, boy your life gon end

Hit the valet, hopped out dressed to kill
And I don't ever wait in line, I know Ed and Dell
Went straight to the bar, like what's the deal

And they already know, put my Cris' in a pail
Got my Cristal, fired up a do-do square
^!$$% let's ball, Fat Rat's in this (*##$ West-West y'all

You ^!$$%z know, how I do it
I'm looking for a bad (*##$, so she can swallow my fluid


[Hook x2]
I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs
Drinking Cris', ^!$$%z showing me love what

I'm in the club, getting high with all of my thugs
Drinking Cris', (*##$es showing me love what


[Lil' O]
I gave dap to real playas, from the South to the North
Then ran up on a (*##$, with a back like a horse

She said ain't you Fat Rat, with the Lac and the Porsche
She was all on my sack, I could tell by her voice
I told her look here baby, I got all kinds of toys

But $#&@ that, are we cutting like Pastor Troy
Cause them tits, bout the size of some asteroids
And I love nuttin' on breasts, ask them boys

Then the DJ seen my face, and started playing my song
And the crowd went crazy, when "Back, Back" came on
Then he backed on to, "We Ain't Broke No Mo"

We all started throwing up broke, cause we ain't broke no mo'
Big balling, we don't roach no mo'
Giving thanks to the father, we ain't gotta slang !@%!e no mo'

But we always celebrate, for our ^!$$%z on lock
That's why we fire up the dro, and make the Cris' go pop


[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]

Now it's 3 in the morning, and a ^!$$%'s lit
I'm drunker than a mother$#&@er, man I'm out this (*##$
Told the valet, to bring me my drop

I seen boo from earlier, I told her what's up you gon give me some cot
She said cool Lil' O, it's however you want it
You just gotta be the G, you wan' hop up on it

I said (*##$ say no mo', don't spoil the moment
Cause I'ma beat the #~!!@ up, like it's my opponent
Now she hopped in the drop, we went straight to the room

And she's trying to be the bride, well I ain't the groom
Bent her $$# right over, jumped dead in her womb
Bust a nut told her (*##$, check out time's at noon


[talking]
I'll holla at ya, silly (*##$

But god damn, that #~!!@ was good
Just another Saturday night for a real
Mother$#&@ing playa ^!$$%

Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze (*##$
March 18th, "Food On Tha Table"