Double Dragon

by Fat Tony & Tom Cruz

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Them goddamn Denim Guinness Boys, FAT TONY (RAPPER/HOUSTON MAGNATE) & TOM CRUZ (GAMESPITTER/PRODUCER/LITERALMASTERCHEF), fresh off of Rabdargab (and Screwdargab !) team up once again to flash skill on ducks like Maverick with the Russian Mig with a monument to the true potential MAXIMUM EXCELLENCE hidden within rap music, DOUBLE DRAGON.

The shit rides pimpin. But it ain’t no lazy rap affair in which you have to really love the niggas ethos, message, or weird way he acts in music videos to comprehend. THE RHYMING IS 1998JIGGAMAN STATUS VS HEY YOUNG WORLD SLICK RICK (WHAT NIGGAS IS SAYING IS EQUALLY AS BRILLIANT AS HOW NIGGAS IS SAYING IT AND THE TIME THEYRE SAYING IT IN).

Welcome to a new fully equipped rap that is solid in every way but REPLETE with surprises/plot twists. Productionwise I hear KURTISBLOW/MANNIEFRESH/WINGS/TIMBALAND rollicking popping/cracking (depending on your allegiances*) energy synthesized through the peculiar video game/dancehall aspects of Tom Cruz’s childhood. There’s space when the vocals need space but the lush landscape of sounds conjures a lot expiremental classic POP references however, I’m sure they’d rather you figure that shit out on your own.

WARNING FOR THE WEAK MINDED/HEARTED: This ain’t no thin chicken stock conceptually weak fuckdown. It’s what you play as the night falls on you and she’s all on you and it’s all on you.

DOUBLE DRAGON is a mixtape so don’t fret, a lot (of girls) get(s( touched on, PLENTYBANGFORTHEBUCK. Now, Let’s talk DOLLAR$ & LOW CLAS$ BRAGGING SHIT: GUESTS INCLUDE:Bun B, Murs, Nick Thorburn, Main Attrakionz, Stunnaman, Telli (Ninjasonik), 10ille, Tecla, Blunt Fang, DMX, & Honey (I’m kidding about those last two). A divine precious non linear lineage and literal ancesty spanning HOUSTON NIGERIA JAMAICA & ATLANTA culminates in next level rhyme/beat evolution. I am a higly paid press agent living in a small apartment so my tone meanders from formal to my stoned post hood internet talk but i assure in total sincerity this is no peanut butter and jelly cornfield shit.

THESE TWO YOUNG BROTHERS CRUSH WATCH THE THRONE, FERRARI BOYZ, BEST OF BOTH WORLDS 1 & 2, & THAT JOSS STONE/DAMIANMARLEY/BONO/KERMITTHEFROG/QUEENLATIFAH COLLABO.

- BLUNT FANG | twitter.com/fanglife777

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released June 1, 2012

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Paul Katzman

Produced by Tom Cruz

Released by Young One Records
www.youngonerecords.com

@fattonyrap + @tcruzcontrol
@BetteryetJSH ~ @KatzmanSound

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Track Name: Goldeneye
[Fat Tony]
Face the odds, shake 'em off
I take hard times and I make 'em soft
You fuckin with a nigga that done paid the cost and made the boss realize what a nigga like
When the uniform gets taken off, I slaved and fought through all the fog
And now I'm here with all my dawgs and it's all my fault
And to think I once thought it all was lost
Now we taking off on vacations, lofts, got a couple locations I made my mark
For the sake of art, let's just say I'm smart and knew how to do this shit from the day I start
Since I was a little teen, had a little dream
All to be a king, bada bing, now I'm in the ring
Got the gloves on, hold up, let me touch on
A few things a nigga bring when he in the zone
Got the flow and the rap that compliment the track
The best beats, nigga please don't debate that
At the shows the hoes wave, I wave back
You niggas is old news like a wave cap
While I'm newer than a new born babe at a hospital with a little sterile face mask
And a proud pop staring at him through the plate glass
I'm the chosen guy, the goldeneye

[Tom Cruz]
Now let me tell you how it's gonna be
You see these girls right here in the front row in front of me?
One of them gon' have a son for me, because they think I be
The type of nigga that drink for free
And they right though
You wanna know what's going on with me?
I'm chillin', I'm alright, ho
I couldn't be better in the morning in my Cosby sweater reading the neighborhood newsletter
And they talkin' 'bout politricks, they're not interested in Hip Hop and who's better
Obviously that's me, though I don't work for free this shit kind of fun to me
And these niggas kinda under me
They ain't pros to me, actually they're like hoes to me
And sometimes I wonder if under their hosiery, these niggas got ovaries
That's beside the point, right now I'm now I'm beside a point right where I wanna be
I'm not Donell Jones, I'm more like Sean Connery of this motherfuckin' genre, b
So you should honor me
Don't worry about how Sandra all up under me in heat tryna beat, man
I never tell a lie so I told 'em why, bitch, I'm the goldeneye
Track Name: Denim Guinness Boys
[Fat Tony]
Drink Guinness, wear denim
Drink finished, where the women? Aye!

Levi came to America, straight from Bavaria, stayed in the bay area
Hooked up with Jacob Davis and they made the jean that changed the scene
Turned the whole thing into hysteria, now every teen wearing a pair of them
First, they was for the cowboys and the lumberjacks
But rock 'n' roll took control of that, look at any Ramones photograph
Hol' up, back back, let a nigga backtrack, denim was invented by the French
But you couldn't really find that shit til like 1896
I grew up on Osh Kosh and Bugle Boy, when my jeans was dirty I wore corduroy
I ignore the boy, where the women?

Drink Guinness, wear denim
Drink finished, where the women? Aye!

In 1759, Arthur Guinness started brewin'
In St. Jame's Gate, Dublin but he sent it to London
And niggas loved it, when I was 18 Guinness hit my stomach
My body didn't want it, but I knocked it down like it was my opponent
Cause I saw my family all up on it
My Nigerian side faced genocide, at night they cried but as they sighed
They had a 6 pack by their side plus with that they still had their pride
Now as I ride through these city streets, I got Guinness and Tiffany with a G
One a day a nigga had an epiphany and since then I knew that it was meant to be
Cause simply, eventually a nigga had to display this pimpery

And drink Guinness, wear denim
Drink finished, where the women? Aye!

Now women came from Adam's rib, he was the first man God had to test the kid
He put the snake with the apple, I bet it didn't taste like some Snapple
In Eden they was eatin' on forbidden fruit until they found out they was in the straight nude
Now me and every other straight dude's tryna get every girl in the straight nude
All these lames walking 'round like they can't lose
Got these girls all confused saying they can't choose
That's why every night around midnight I remind 'em of the right to remove a fool

So we can drink Guinness, wear denim
Drink finished, where the women? Aye!
Track Name: Inventory (feat. Blunt Fang)
[Country Ass Man]
Now look here, these boys done came down HERE from Atlanta
Took all the motherfuckin' bitches
Smoked up all the weed
I was chillin' right by the store
Me and Lee John and Lee Bob
I said, "goddamit, Lee Bob, get that nigger!"
"Dont you see him over there with your sister?!"
Next thing you know, Lee Bob done pulled out a musket
Man, fuck it

[Fat Tony]
Flyest nigga if ya ever seen one, I got a couple spare bitches if you need one
Flyest nigga if ya ever seen one, I got a couple spare bitches

[Tom Cruz]
I got a couple on hand, couple in the car, and a couple in the van
Couple in stock and a couple in my plans
Don't judge the man cause it's just the way I am
Just the way I am, and I don't really give a damn
Just the way I am, it's just part of God's plan
Part of God's plan

[Blunt Fang]
She's a she wolf, she's got her own agenda
I'm think I'm finta Wolf Blitzer
Damn right, she fucked me on the first night (on the first fucking night)
Cause it's her body, her choice, and her right
Plus she thought it was a privilege and a honor to chill with a nigga and smoke ganja
Whether Elizabeth, or Sandra, or Jasmine Solana
I'mma get 'em if I wanna, to the most exotic flora to the fuckin' local fauna
Blunt and Cruz like the black Jonas brothers except you can't jone us
But your bitch can't swallow my kids like the Greek god Cronos
Swallowed Zeus and all of his siblings
This a Jungle Book and we ain't talking Rudyard Kipling
Yeah y'all got tools but we don't need y'all niggas to fix things
Yeah we got hoes and we ain't even farming

[Fat Tony]
I got hoes like Bond, I took 4 hoes to prom
I got hoes that's shy, I got hoes that charm
I got hoes that's mad, I got hoes that's calm
When I string 'em along like a ball of yarn
I got Tiffany, Mallory, Ally, Tia, we casually
Conjuring up a concubine, she calls me "your majesty"
Actually I practically started like thirty families
And I ain't been paying shit so she tryna Judge Mathis me
Ever since I got my first kiss, first touch
I knew that having one just wasn't enough
Havin' so much fun, sometimes I feel like a slut
But I forget it and don't regret it when I grip her butt
When I grip hers too, it's really cool
And when she gets nude, we do what it do
Now I don't say this to everybody but girl you look like you need somebody
Cause you got a mind and you got a body with a hide I could ride like a Trolley

[Tom Cruz]
Woe is me, so many damn hoes the real ho is me
Self-destructive behavior I haven't even dealt with yet
Take the brunette, leave the one with the black hair in GladWare for later
…fuckin' hater
Should have seen what he said to me
Tried to edit me and discredit me cause allegedly
Someone saw his wife to be give head to me
But that's neither here nor there because I don't give a fuck, you see
I'm too busy making bread, you see
And basically he's dead to me

[Fat Tony]
Flyest nigga if ya ever seen one, I got a couple spare bitches if you need one
Flyest nigga if ya ever seen one, I got a couple spare bitches

[Tom Cruz]
I got a couple on hand, couple in the car, and a couple in the van
Couple in stock and a couple in my plans
Don't judge the man cause it's just the way I am
Just the way I am, and I don't really give a damn
Just the way I am, it's just part of God's plan
Part of God's plan
Track Name: Double Dragon
[Tom Cruz]
Hey, sexy girl!
Can I get a rum on the rocks?
Matter fact, make that a double
Hey, sexy girl!
I can't see you from behind the bar but I bet you got a bubble
Tom Cruz, Fat Tony... the two and only

[Hook (Tom Cruz)]
I'm the only nigga he know with the same machismo
Hey bro, I think we got a Double Dragon
The only nigga he know with the same machismo, hey bro
I guess we got a Double Dragon
Smoke blunts back to back, fuck a girl and her friends back to back
Championship rings, back to back to back

[Verse 1 (Tom Cruz)]
I know it's the first line but it feels like the first time
At the 8th grade dance when the ho from France gave me my first grind
But it didn't count cause I didn't mount, I was so ashamed I was learning thangs
I had to find out that this thang is definitely not a game
But actually a binary sequence
If it doesn't work at first, don't take offense
Try it the second go round, and I bet that it all goes down
So I went to H-Town, hooked up with Fat Tony and he showed me around
He performed at Rice and I found out that nigga is nice
And now we working together like Elton John and Tim Rice
Rogers and Hammerstein, I got double the girls arguing in double time
About the boy is mine, well girl that's fine just make sure the girl is fine
Don't wanna be wasting my time, there's a fine line between
Holding a waistline, making a bass line, making 'em taste mine
Hey dog, I think you should know I'm here with my K-9
So when you hear a track you can't reenact, you know it's mine
And when the kick, kick and the snare hit, you know it's time
And that green thing floating in my Corona? You know it's lime!
Sexy bartender…

[Hook (Tom Cruz)]
I'm the only nigga he know with the same machismo
Hey bro, I think we got a Double Dragon
The only nigga he know with the same machismo, hey bro
I guess we got a Double Dragon
Smoke blunts back to back, fuck a girl and her friends back to back
Championship rings, back to back to back

[Verse 2 (Fat Tony)]
I'm hooked like Rufio or an addict
To making money, and no you can't have it
If you try to grab it, nigga, dagnabbit
I'll kill ya ass like Elmer Fudd did the rabbit
Bitch got ass, you know I'm tryna slap it
Wrap it, tap it, you know I gotta have it
Kinda got a habit of busting just like a automatic
Stephanie messaged me, told me she got the recipe
For sexin' me, said especially it's her destiny
I said, "do it!" She said, "only if you letting me…"
And now I'm sinning like John Lennon, I let it be
Called her the letter B, she said "nigga please"
I said, "you know I'm just playing, now get between the sheets"
T on the beats, coming with the heat, doing this shit for my thugs in the street
And the girls that give hugs when I speak, and the whole world that shows love to a G
I freeze on these beats like a Maytag refrigerator
I'm Terminator on these tracks
I'm colder than a cab driver when he know you're black
I'm thieving like Winona Ryder for the damn scratch
Niggas done met they damn match, fuck around and get damn smacked
I'm telling each and every nigga "fall back", and putting my sack on they bitch back

[Hook (Tom Cruz)]
I'm the only nigga he know with the same machismo
Hey bro, I think we got a Double Dragon
The only nigga he know with the same machismo, hey bro
I guess we got a Double Dragon
Smoke blunts back to back, fuck a girl and her friends back to back
Championship rings, back to back to back
Track Name: Young Girl (feat. 10ille)
[10ille]
See, the sky ain't blue
It ain't what I'm used to, it's green
And I done met a lot of regular niggas in-between
If you know what I mean...
I'm just a young girl

The sky ain't blue
It ain't what I'm used to, it's green
And I done met a lot of regular niggas in-between
If you know what I mean (I'm just a young girl)
I'm just a young girl

[Fat Tony]
Young girl, young girl
Don't you know that this is our world, our world?
And you really need to gon' and stop playin', need to gon' and stop playin'
Need to really stop playin'

Young girl, young girl
Don't you know that this is our world?
And you got me feeling like Kellz in the "Hotel" or 112
Got your mind right, your vagina tight, I'm kinda like tryna pipe
Tonight or the next day, I wanna treat you in the best way
But you're lookin' at me like the enemy, don't even wanna be a friend of me
Cause you never been around no men like me
But no, your attitude really ain't offendin' me
Cause simply I'm here to educate, just think of me as your tutor
Cause I'm underpaid to motivate but like to fornicate with my student

[10ille]
See, your sky ain't blue
It ain't what I'm used to, it's green
And I done met a lot of regular niggas in-between
If you know what I mean...
I'm just a young girl

I'm just a young girl

[Tom Cruz]
Young girl, young girl
Don't you know that this is our world, our world?
You really need to stop playin', you need to stop playin'
You need to stop playin'

Young girl, young girl
Don't you know that this is our world, our world?
You really need to stop playin', you need to stop playin'
And listen to what I'm saying

Real niggas do real things that's why I'm trying to do you
And you know I don't really need Jason to tell you
That I'm that nigga that work hard to get what he never had
And I'm that nigga that's way smarter than your dumbass dad
I'm that nigga that's chill and oh so rad
Who almost cooks better than your mom, and me and her get along
Man, I don't really need to tell you no more
I'm the realest nigga you know, and you already slow, so…

[10ille]
Your sky ain't blue
It ain't what I'm used to, it's green
And I done met a lot of regular niggas in-between
If you know what I mean...
I'm just a young girl

The sky ain't blue
It ain't what I'm used to, it's green
And I done met a lot of regular niggas in-between
I'm just a young girl
I'm just a young girl
Track Name: How to Make a Song Proper
[Fat Tony]
They take the music programs out of schools, turn the youth into fools
Aye Tom, why don't you let these niggas know the rules

[Tom Cruz]
Well!
If you wanna make a song proper
Gotta make the beat knock hard like a chopper
The verse ain't gotta be sixteen necessarily
Just gotta make the hook catchy like a STD

Well, they've elected me
King of this thing called Fruity Loops, respectively
Just cause I connected the
Dots on the screen more small than the town of Schenectady
Intrinsically, so respect it, G
And I've protected the ancient arts and traditions
And passed 'em down to those who would listen
So, just lend me a ear, lend me a beer
Give me about a fuckin' minute, it won't take a year
Cause it don't take long to make songs to make thongs
Take flight like them brothers named Wright
And like the fuckin' Dark Knight, I had to bust this
Just cause the people were tired and required justice

[Fat Tony]
They take the music programs out of schools, turn the youth into fools
Aye Tom, why don't you let these niggas know the rules

[Tom Cruz]
Well!
If you wanna make a song proper
Gotta make the beat knock hard like a chopper
The verse ain't gotta be sixteen necessarily
Just gotta make the hook catchy like a STD

[Fat Tony]
So they respected me, ever since I came in this game
With the recipe on how to live successfully
My trajectory had everybody tryna get next to me
Especially Bethany, Melanie had me in ecstasy
Apparently I was heavily known as the pedigree
When beats were prepared for me I'd eat 'em up regularly
A shy young child although I smiled no one expected me
To ever be the best in me until the day I rest in peace
It's destiny, it's set to be, it's everything it's said to be
Had a music teacher once, don't remember a thing said to me

Cause that nigga was a fool and he never got the tools
That's what happens when you
Take the music programs out of schools, turn the youth into fools
Aye Tom, why don't you let these niggas know the rules

[Tom Cruz]
Well!
If you wanna make a song proper
Gotta make the beat knock hard

Once upon a time when I was high I made a track for this one guy
I didn't do it in a standard way and he wanted to know why
Well, basically in order for you to taste this fully
I need my drums interesante, and my synths elegante
I been doing this for a while and they say I do it grande, perro
I ain't no puta, so homie just eschua
Enough gloating, what am I talking shit for?
Back to the coaching with the playbook and the clipboard
Back to the toasting with the butter and the marmalade
Never close the shutters, or stutter cause I aren't afraid
If you wanna make a song proper…

If you wanna make a song proper
Gotta make the beat knock hard like a chopper
Track Name: Good While It Lasted
[Fat Tony]
Last week Jen picked me up in her black Jeep
I don't think that we ever left the backseat
I really feel her, bro, but you know I think I better let her go
Cause I got a feeling that she been stealing out of my damn home
What's missing? Wallet, pictures, clothes
But she can never take away the love I feel for my girl Rose
She's a part of me and wanna start a family
But actually a nigga looking like Master P was all over her anatomy
And it was sad to see
I…

Guess it was nothing
But it was good while it lasted
Thought it was something
But it was just wood and plastic
That's why it never lasted
Blasted...
But it was good while it lasted

I like to smoke too, dude
But I also like girls and food
Books, movies too
It's lots of things that I love to do
I like to listen to Snoop, Screw, and Three Six
Whenever my friends wanna go twist
But all these new rappers talking about good weed
All they ever talk about… is good weed
I got more on my mind than good weed
I do more with my time than good weed
I'm not a Yes Man, I said nooooooooo
I thought it was snappin' but now I know that they a ho
And I'm the captain and they are acting and that's what's happenin'
I…

Guess it was nothing
But it was good while it lasted
Thought it was something
But it was just wood and plastic
That's why it never lasted
Blasted...
But it was good while it lasted
Track Name: It's On Again (feat. Murs)
[Murs]
03-16, a G was born
All the doctors gathered 'round to see me perform
When I was four, had my first fight
It's like this Blood and this Crip shit was my birthright
Chipped my tooth playing ball in the front yard
Shopping cart to the grill hit me hella hard
Pop Warner, my first porno
Ninja Turtles came out, no DiGiorno
Late 80's, no Nintendo
Had a little loot but not as much as my friends, so…
Divorce court, back in the hood with no child support
Guns pulled, knives pulled, fools tried to jump me
Now I tell stories bout it all around the country
Swear to tell the whole truth as I'm living my life selling soul from the booth
And if the proof is in the pudding
Then I'm living proof you should do what you shouldn't

[Tom Cruz]
Once again, yo, it's on again
Yeah, it's on again
Tell your mom and friends that it's on
Cause you was wrong again
You was wrong, my friend
Cause it's on again, I'm a don
Once again, it's my life!
Just my life!

[Fat Tony]
I'm a fetus (whoa), damn I can't believe this (wow)
Came from the nuts, straight out my daddy penis
If women are from Venus, and niggas are from Mars
That's probably why my parents fought hard
Yellin' all night, workin' all day
That to me was the American way
But now they growin' old and goin' gray, and all they wanna say is
"Baby, you my baby, let's just stay together every day"
When the bad hits, the bad hits
But statistically, you'll eventually get in some good shit
I had a job but was still living like a damn slob
A jerk boss, my living costs were a real prob
He loved to play golf, wouldn't let me take a day off
Wanted to break jaws, but he'd probably call the dang laws
So I took like forty shifts and never showed up for that shit
And now I'm living with his bitch while he trims the premises
When the bad hits, it's some sad shit
The last laugh… now that's what I call bliss

[Tom Cruz]
Once again, yo, it's on again
Yeah, it's on again
Tell your mom and friends that it's on
Cause you was wrong again
You was wrong, my friend
Cause it's on again, I'm a don
Once again, it's my life!
Just my life!
Track Name: Bad Habits (feat. Bun B & Nick Diamonds)
[Fat Tony]
Remember the feeling of cheating on him?
You said that you'd never, ever do it again
Remember the feeling of cheating on her?
Or was it all just a blur?
She said some words to readjust my nerves to thrust her curves
Told my girl, "it just occurs…"
Man, it's hard to break that habit
When I got a bad bitch in my house stranded
Talkin' bout she too drunk and can't manage
But she sober enough to open the Trojan package

[Nick Diamonds / Fat Tony]
Your kiss is why we live this lie
Cause I'm wrong and she wrong, we both know why
I love your food, your cleaning too
It's never a "goodbye", just "see you soon…"

[Bun B]
Damn, it's not as easy as it used to be
It's like you acting brand new like you ain't really used to me
I'm sitting in the den in the La-Z-Boy twistin'
Yellin' cross the house from the dining room insisting
That I shut up and listen and you get more persistent
Tryna kick me in the dick when you used to kiss it
The past moments of peace, I'm starting to miss it
We miles apart now when we used to share kismet
Now look at this shit, falling to pieces
Used to want forever now I'm praying that it ceases
Damn, we share leases, car notes, and water bills
This ain't the way that we ought to feel, sort of real
I guess love is an illusion
That means you're an Angel like Criss, confusion...
I see that I'm the one losing
And now my heart carries a bruising…
Contusion...

[Nick Diamonds]
Your kiss is why we live this lie
Cause I'm wrong and she wrong, you both know why
I love your food, your cleaning too
It's never a "goodbye", just "see you soon…"

[Fat Tony]
Together forever never sounded better til I met the
Girl of my dreams or so it seems, and I let her
Into my jeans, my things, my home
And now I never wanna leave this bitch alone
She hits my phone (hello?)
Whenever she thinks I'm alone, insists to bone
Til I'm like, "shit, it's on"
My girl, she pissed and moans, bitches on and on
"What the fuck is wrong? Why'd you lock your phone?!"
Now I'm going home deleting text messages
Speeding, re-reading every single sentence she said and it's
Making me wonder if this lust is just a sedative
Keeping me sleeping, not peeping the love ahead of it
Now I love my girl but I love my dick
I like to put it in hoes that are throwed as shit
And ever since I was old enough to spit
I was told, get the most that I can get

[Nick Diamonds]
Your kiss is why we live this lie
Cause I'm wrong and she wrong, you both know why
I love your food, your cleaning too
It's never a "goodbye", just "see you soon…"
Track Name: Bout It
[Tom Cruz]
It ain't a game, no
Definitely ain't a game show, no…
Aye Jason, you better tell these girls I ain't playin', no…

I'm bout it, bout it
If you never know about it, you bout to find out about it
I'm bout it, bout it
Girl, I'd tell ya more about it but this place too crowded
I'm bout it, bout it
I'm bout it, bout it

Even as a grown man I had to rise up and make a stand
I couldn't take what I wanted from that and this girl
I couldn't bum off no rich girl
I had to get in the zone, get my own off in this world
Cause Nas and Ricky said the world is mine
I get more than all four members of Aventura all combined
That's why these niggas never on my mind
Truthfully, I don't have the time
In-between all the mixing and the remixing, and the brunches and the luncheons
And the briefings and meetings, and the dinners and the functions
And the ghetto girls and the rich ones, real niggas and the bitch ones…
No, I doubt it

I'm bout it, bout it
If you never know about it, you bout to find out about it
I'm bout it, bout it
Well, I'd tell ya more about it but this club's too crowded
I'm bout it, bout it
I'm bout it, bout it

[Fat Tony]
I'm bout it, bout it like Killa Cam and Soulja Slim
No Doubt about it like Gwen Stefani when I grip a pen
To endorse a check to collect on the work I been
Gettin' in, cause being broke is a sin
Am I finna quit? Bitch, what do you think this is?
Just a hobby? A folly? Hardly, partly legit?
Shit, I don't do it for my health
Ho, I do it for my wealth and to find myself
I took the time myself to stop letting my checking account define myself
I declined your help
And got it poppn' on my own, now I'm shoppin' on my own
While you blowin' up my phone
Am I gonna pick up? I doubt it

[Tom Cruz]
I'm bout it, bout it
If you never know about it, you bout to find out about it
I'm bout it, bout it
Well, I'd tell ya more about it but this club's too crowded
I'm bout it, bout it
I'm bout it, bout it
Track Name: Going on Tour (feat. Tecla)
[Fat Tony]
So many times…
I never knew…

[Tom Cruz]
I had to go on tour

First, I thought we were cool and shit was like a dream
But now I really know that it ain't what it seem
You asking bout a whore, how much can I endure?
Fuck my girl, man, I'm going on tour

[Tecla]
You ain't going on tour

[Tom Cruz]
I gives a fuck what you say, girl

[Tecla]
You ain't going on tour

[Tom Cruz]
Fuck that, I'mma do it anyway, girl

[Fat Tony]
Now I like to sleep in on the weekends but this weekend I'm in Cleveland
Getting wasted in the P.M., got Dayton the next evening
Getting higher in Ohio, we got hired in Ohio
For a forty city tour, rider thicker than a bible
Told Jason tell the venue we gon' miss the soundcheck
Brought our own engineer, Paul, he's a sound vet
Making sure we sound correct, now I don't mean no disrespect
But tell the club to cut the fuckin' check before I do my set
Got all my bags packed, hat to match what I'm wearing
When I'm colored coordinated I got all the ladies staring
Had a fight with my girl and her motherfuckin' parents
But I bet she won't be bitchin' when I buy her Donna Karan

[Tom Cruz]
First, I thought we were cool and shit was like a dream
But now I really know that it ain't what it seem
Cause you asking bout a whore, how much can I endure?
Fuck my girl, man, I'm going on tour

[Tecla]
You ain't going on tour

[Tom Cruz]
I gives a fuck what you say, girl

[Tecla]
You ain't going on tour

[Tom Cruz]
Nah, fuck that, I'mma do it anyway, girl

And my girl say, "to love someone, do you know what it means?"
"I'm mad cause you fucked a girl from the Grenadines"
"And I'm mad cause you fucked a girl from the Philippines"
"I'm mad cause you acting just like a philistine"
I said, yeah girl, I understand I know what you mean
You mad I got these girls calling the house like Billie Jean
They say I'm the one
And they right, I'm Top Gun
You want this gun on safety, but girl, you can't make me
I'm like a toddler, I wanna do it all by myself
I'm all natural so I'm doing it for my health
If I don't get away from you, Lord knows what I'm bout to do
It's better if I go on tour and get this cheddar

[Fat Tony]
Day 38, and I can't wait to see your face
I've been missing your kissing, road tripping from to state to state
I wish to whisk you away into a place that we could mate
After we tear up a plate in my newly owned estate
But I'm not missing your bitchin'
Your flippin', trippin'
Your rippin' the dishes out of this kitchen
This house feels like a prison
And I can't stand it but I love you, goddamnit
So I'm breaking free like Houdini
Holla if you see me

[Tom Cruz]
Could have swore that we was cool and shit was like a dream
But now I really know that, that ain't what it seem
You asking bout a whore, how much can I endure?
Fuck my girl, man, I'm going on tour

[Tecla]
You ain't going, you ain't going
You ain't going on tour
I just want...
Track Name: Porch Sittin'
[Tom Cruz]
Fat Tony, real Denim Guinness Boy
Tom Cruz, that's a real Denim Guinness Boy
Drew Dean, that's a real Denim Guinness Boy
Paul Katzman, number one Denim Guinness Boy

[Fat Tony (Tom Cruz)]
Sittin' out on the porch
Fresh up out the pool (we out the pool, nigga!)
Chillin' with my niggas, and you know we got girls too (we got hoes, nigga!)
Man, I can't complain
Sippin' lemonade (sippin' lemonade!)
Life is just like a game
And I'm MVP when I play (MVP, nigga!)

I'm in it to win it since the very beginning
And I never depended upon a nigga's permission
Like a wild, young child or a delinquent juvenile
I always came with a style now I'm chillin' in the house
Now I'm all grown up, got it all sewn up
Hanging with, like, nine girls and they all toned up
And they all gon' fuck, you know Paul rolled up
Bout four or five blunts and they all get touched
And they all get sucked up right into a nigga's lungs
Blew a shotgun and the girl stuck in a little tongue
It's all in fun, these friends…
Actually, these people are sort of like my family
And the way we live is sort of like a fantasy
And the way we work is sort of like a factory
But actually it all comes to us naturally
Magically, I guess it's just the way it has to be
I pass the weed and then proceed to step into the center
With a paper plate, tryna get some fuckin' dinner
Jerk chicken in my sights, ooh, they got some rice
I think it's finna be a hell of a night
I'm inhaling the pipe while she inhaling my mic
Oh my God, this high is a hell of a height
That I wanna climb, cause I want a dime
But she don't watch the time cause she know that I'm…

[Fat Tony (Tom Cruz)]
Sittin' out on the porch
Fresh up out the pool (we out the pool, nigga!)
Chillin' with my niggas, and you know we got girls too (we got hoes, ho!)
Man, I can't complain
Sippin' lemonade (sippin' on some lemonade!)
Life is just like a game
And I'm MVP when I play (MVP, nigga!)

I'm in a pool but she ain't got no swimsuit
Her car got a lot of room and it's tinted too
Wanted to use the backroom but this finna do
Bout to be gone for an hour, guess what we finna do
Tom Cruz preaching rules like he's Steve Harvey
In the living room they listening to E-40
Got barbecue like a graduation party
Got jokes like Comic View or Chris Farley
R.I.P. to the dearly deceased
And in all y'all memory we pour it out in the streets
Karin turned our home to her own nude beach
Andrew showed up on some L.S.D
Now evidently we party hardy
But trust me, we party hardly
Cause that's not our top priority
And we got shows at the top sororities
And we can't be late cause they just can't wait
For the date to mate the great

[Fat Tony (Tom Cruz)]
Sittin' out on the porch (we on the porch)
Fresh up out the pool (out the pool, nigga!)
Chillin' with my niggas, and you know we got girls too (we got hoes!)
Man, I can't complain (can't complain)
Sippin' lemonade (sippin' lemonade!)
Life is just like a game
And I'm MVP when I play (I'm MVP, nigga!)

Before you sip it, nigga, don't forget the ice
If you got liquor, nigga, don't forget the Sprite
Before you buy it, bitch, don't forget the price
And to you cops, niggas, don't forget my rights
If you got a job, then don't forget your life
Cause if you do then you gon' regret for life
You get it once, it don't just happen twice
Had hard days but I'm gon' be set tonight
Ain't nothin' certain except for when He close the curtains
But in the meantime, between time, gotta find you a purpose
Like the Louisiana Purchase I'm expanding my reign
Handling thangs while I manage to sang

I'm with my holmes, we playing bones
I'm in the zone, sedated like the Ramones
While I'm in my home playing bones, I'm in the zone
Sedated like the Ramones and I'm just...

[Fat Tony (Tom Cruz)]
Sittin' out on the porch
Fresh up out the pool (we out the pool!)
Chillin' with my niggas, and you know we got girls too (we so cool!)
Man, I can't complain (I can't complain, nigga!)
Sippin' lemonade (sippin' on some lemonade!)
Life is just like a game
And I'm MVP when I play (I'm MVP!)
Track Name: Wife Plot
[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony / Tom Cruz]
I don't know if he don't know… don't care… or just don't show
Is she really going out with him?
I don't know… Let's ask her…

[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony]
How niggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(Somebody tell me) how niggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(I don't know) how niggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(What the fuck is going on?)
How niggas got so trife?
I used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife

[Fat Tony]
I knew this girl named Selena, and every time I seen her
She crying her eyes out, I heard her man beat her
I heard he was a cheater, I heard he tried to leave her
At the restaurant cause she forgot to stop at the cleaners (what?!)
Now that is not the proper demeanor (nah…)
That is not the way that you treat her
The girl sweeter than the memory of Aaliyah
But her man, man, hit her with a damn hand
In the back and in the front of the theater
Damn, I don't understand why he won't leave her
And her fam don't wanna intervene either
So I told her to come over and come closer
Now I hold her and it's over

[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony]
How niggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(Somebody tell me) how niggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(I wanna know) how niggas got so trife?
I used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(What the fuck is going on?)
How niggas got so trife?
I used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife

[Tom Cruz]
I used to know this boy Will but I loved his girl still
Even though that shit ain't chill, that's the way a nigga feel
And I know I need to chill, but I really don't think I will
Cause the girl body more ill than a '79 Seville (ill!)
Just wanna let her know, never gon' let her go
Got me gassed up like up like a Amoco
I'm an animal, even though I'm more smooth than Barry Manilow
I got Anna, ho
Just gotta pick up the phone and let your nigga know
And if you got more excuses about them bruises, gonna bust the boy cantaloupe
And pull the blade out, leave him open and laid out
Like lesbians about to get ate out
Took his mate out to the safe house
Told that nigga to stay out
Damn!

[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony]
How niggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(Somebody tell me) how niggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife

[Fat Tony]
So we ride out to the honeycomb hideout
Slide out, show her what that life bout
No black eyes now

[Tom Cruz]
I get gal easy, no need to be pushy
Plus I ain't no wussy
If I get mad the only place I hit the girl is the pussy

[Fat Tony]
And I ain't a rookie, but I know what love should be
At least what it could be
She move me to do she
I woosah cause she a whooty

[Tom Cruz]
Usually, I usually got two or three
But now she do it so beautifully
And lately it's bringing out the fool in me
Track Name: Culo of the Week (feat. Telli of Ninjasonik & Stunnaman)
[Fat Tony]
She got the culo of the week, smoother than a sheep
Aye Tom, can I get a beat?
I ain't a Tom but can I get a peep
Can I get a peak?
A sneak preview?
What could we do?
H'm, come, let me lead you
Let me show you my household
Leave you walking out with a mouth load
Booty lookin' beautiful in them gachos
Niggas wonder bout the gal I chose
Well, she real slim, real thin like a fuckin' model
The kind of shape that can relate to a fuckin' bottle

[Trap Bitch]
Real life, no lie, I'm a trap bitch
I'll suck every nigga on this track dick

[Fat Tony]
She got the culo of the week
Culo of the week

[Telli (Ninjasonik)]
She said she wanna get involved with a nigga that's on
A whole 'nother level, babe, we are
Rollin', like the pedal to the floor
Have you ever been on tour and ran into a broad?
So bad, nigga, that I missed my flight
Stole my t-shirt to sleep in it at night
And when we ain't fuckin', all we do is fight
Threaten my life and to call my wife
Called my nigga Fat Tony, he like…
"Damn, she badder than a two year old"
Huge C cups, need a coaster bro
With a ass so fat I can't hold my load
Real sick french tips when she roll
And just when I think I'm off it
Look at my phone, see a call missed
Now I'm seeing what's up like a tourist
Cause, ah, real nigga til the end
Tell a friend, bitch
And if you like me then you'll fuck my friends, bitch

[Trap Bitch]
Real life, no lie, I'm a trap bitch
I'll suck every nigga on this track dick

[Fat Tony]
She got the culo of the week
Culo of the week

[Stunnaman]
Big bank, whoadie
Rose, shawty
Swag O.D., kill a whole party
Pockets on Chris Farley, smoke Marley
Beat too loud? 'Cuse me, sorry
Haters can't stand me riding on candy
Throwing game at a ho, Eli Manning
Go hard on a bitch, real life mackin'
Bounce out on a nigga with that action
I fuck dimes, I don't do nines
Off that Xanie I lost my mind
On the phone counting money at the same damn time
Just me and Britney, off that Whitney
Southside Berkley, westside hippie
Two Eight, that Five Seven
That One Three Eight, I been reppin'

[Trap Bitch]
Real life, no lie, I'm a trap bitch
I'll suck every nigga on this track dick

[Fat Tony]
She got the culo of the week
Culo of the week
Track Name: I'm Worried
[Fat Tony]
Last week, bro, I met a crazy hoe
She looked at me and was ready to go
We was at U of H, my friend was on stage
She was working the do', so I said hello
She said, "Hi, I'm Lisa, it's really good to meet ya"
"I'm new 'round here, just moved from Topeka, Kansas"
"Damn, that's far away" I started to say but walked away
But in an instance, she insisted that I start to stay
And then we ended up talking like all day
It was all great and alright 'til she texted me like all night
Twenty-hundred times and calling me like a hotline
That's not fine, that's not cool
I'm my own man, not her dude
She showed up at my job, she's a real prob, she's real rude
And won't take "no" for an answer, y'all
She's outside of my house, didn't call
Duck-taped my mouth now I'm sittin' in my drawls
And I'm worried

This bitch be tryna find me
I don't think they heard me, Paul, rewind me
Cause I hang up and I leave, she keep calling me, calling me
Last week I thought I seen her follow me
Follow me and I'm worried

This bitch be tryna find me
I don't think they heard me, Paul, rewind me
Said, "I really can't believe you be doggin' me, doggin' me"
Bitch, why the fuck is you following me?
Following me

She came prepared with a blow torch, handcuffs
First, she locked my hands up
Then showed me some sad stuff
Said she had a man but he didn't care for her
But she had another boyfriend, but he'd only ignore her
Then she had another dude, but he treated her real shitty
And she looked in my eyes like she needed some pity
She grinned and said, "nigga, you 'bout to meet your end"
I looked at her and said, "damn, where you gon' begin?!"
And just then when I thought that my fate was grim
A couple of my thug friends just busted in, and rushed her
Then pushed her into the den, tussling
Fuckin' up the rug and carpetting
But then, to my surprise, a gun rise'd out her cardigan
Then she held it to my dome, in my home
I'm feeling all alone, she saw my friend on his phone
She watched him and shot him…
"Got 'em!"

I don't think they heard me, Paul, rewind me
Cause I hang up and I leave, she keep calling me, calling me
Last week I thought I seen her follow me
Follow me and I'm worried

This bitch be tryna find me
I don't think they heard me, Paul, rewind me
She said, "I really can't believe you be doggin' me, doggin' me"
Bitch, why the fuck is you following me?
Following me

Finger on the trigger, thought I was a dead man
Just then my girlfriend happened to walk right in
She pushed her and grabbed the gun
Then shot it, one after one
She looked at me sweetly and said, "baby, have you ever been with this gal?"
Left me in them handcuffs
I think I'm gon be here for a long while
I'm worried

This bitch be tryna find me
I don't think they heard me, Tom Cruz, rewind me
Cause I hang up and I leave, she keep calling me, calling me
Last week I thought I seen her follow me
Follow me and I'm worried

This bitch be tryna find me
I don't think they heard me, Paul, rewind me
She said, "I really can't believe you be doggin' me, doggin' me"
Bitch, why the fuck is you following me?
Following me and I'm worried!
Track Name: Hit Song
[Fat Tony (Tom Cruz)]
Now every day I get up, I look into the world (look into the world)
I see the big cars and I see the pretty girls (see the pretty girls)
I'd be a better man if I had money in my hand (you can dream)
Help me, oh Jah
I'm tryna be a man (you can dream)

And sing a hit song (hit song)
It's been so long
I wanna sing a hit song (hit song)
Don't hold me down, I need to sing a hit song (hit song)
For all my girls and all my fans
Oh, oh

Yeah, a hit song
I spit hot rhymes, nigga, pick one
And I'm tryna be a man, yeah a rich one
So I need to sing a song, yeah, a hit one
Maybe this one
People mad just because of my attitude
Yeah, dude, I know I'm kind of rude
I'm the kind of dude that don't give a fuck about no dudes
I'm like, "bitches, what you tryna do?"
What I'm not tryna do is sell coke on the avenue
That's just bad for you, what I'd rather do
Is sell tracks and live off the revenue
I guess that's just my point of view
Cause I'm coming from the ghetto
When I dream, man, it's just so hard to let go
Coming from the ghetto
And I'm riding on the Metro
Cause I'm coming from the ghetto

To sing a hit song (hit song)
It's been so long
I wanna sing a hit song (hit song)
Don't hold me down, I need to sing a hit song (hit song)
For all my girls and all my fans
Oh, oh

[Tom Cruz]
Yeah, a hit song
I make hot tracks, come and get one
And I'm tryna be a man, yeah, a rich one
So I need to sing a song, yeah, a hit one
Maybe this one
People mad cause even as a kid, you know
I was just so damn original
That my pops said, "you should use live instruments, you know"
But this the age that's digital
I'm the original, I invented this shit as a kid, you know
So where's the gratitude?
I know I'm high like the altitude
I guess that's just my point of view
Cause I'm coming from the ghetto
When I dream, man, it's just so hard to let go
I'm coming from the ghetto
And I don't be acting metro
Because I'm coming from the ghetto

[Fat Tony (Tom Cruz)]
To sing a hit song (hit song)
It's been so long
I wanna sing a hit song (hit song)
Don't hold me down, I need to sing a hit song (hit song)
For all my girls and all my fans
Oh, oh

Now every day I get up, I look into the world (look into the world)
I see the big cars and I see the pretty girls (pretty girls)
I'd be a better man if I had money in my hand (you can dream)
Help me, oh Jah
I'm tryna be a man (you can dream)

Yeah, we up in this bitch
You know we up in this bitch (hit song)
Yeah, we up in this bitch just tryna get rich (I need a hit song)
Now we up in this bitch just tryna get rich (I need a hit song)
Yeah, we up in this bitch
You know we in this bitch (I need a hit song)
Track Name: Double Up [Double Dragon Remix] (feat. Main Attrakionz)
[Fat Tony]
I roll up for the green that fold up and the green that roll up
And the girl with the thing that's swoll up
(Double Up, Double Up)
(Double Up, Double, Double, Double Up)

[Fat Tony]
Got two girls ass out
I wanna hit it til they pass out
Got twenty two blunts just ashed out
And twenty two dudes feeling assed out
I like to listen to "22 Two's"
I'm twenty-two plus two years old
When I was twenty-three I was filled with glee
That sequentially I'm tryna get some mo'
First, get a show, get some dough
Then take it to the bank and take it right out up the bank
Have a ball with it all and live top rank
And thank the Lord that he blessed the boy
Cause Jacqueline wanna make me the admin of her domain
Cause her old man need Rogaine

[Tom Cruz]
Okay, mayne
I know it sounds risqué
But I got two different bitches in two different kitchens that miss me
And they both think I'm coming over, so they cooked
Yeah, I overbooked
I'm going to the needy one house first, and cool one house second
I hope neither of 'em ain't pregnant
And I hope the food ain't overcooked
Look, the hoes get overtook by a nigga that's never overlooked
Be persuadin' in shoes that's suede and
Hey Jason, tell these hoes I ain't playin'
I know it sound clice
But… one, two
A nigga in the mix like a DJ, aye!

[Fat Tony]
I roll up for the green that fold up and the green that roll up
And the girl with the thing that's swoll up
(Double Up, Double Up)
(Double Up, Double, Double, Double Up)

[MondreMAN]
I roll up for that Swisher
I pour up for that mixture
I post up for that picture
Snap, flash, you get us

[Squadda Bambino]
Aye, kushed out, kushed out
Finna eat her with a kush mouth
Thick white girls, I'm Snook'd out
Looked out, been good in the hood, clown

[MondreMAN]
Ice, ice, it's cold out
Stepped in, I'm throwed out
Popped my collar cause the hoes out
I''ll wet ya up like the hose out

[Squadda Bambino]
Like, ooooh
Feeling way better than you
Biggest album of the decade
Bossalini Fooliyone coming soon

[MondreMAN]
Sip syrup with no spoon
In the dark late night like a 'coon
My stomach growling, it's talking to me
It's grind time if you ride with me

[Squadda Bambino]
Stay on the block, rock green from the head to the socks
I'm one half, best duo ever, I'm hot
Y'all niggas not, I'mma watch y'all flop, aye

[MondreMAN]
Flop like flapjacks
It's Fat Tone and Main Attracts
We Young Ones, we paper stack
We flip stack, flip, then make it back

[Squadda B]
North Oakland, Cali!
We gon' raise up!
Got my green rag, wave around my head
Do it like a helicopter

[Fat Tony]
I roll up for the green that fold up and the green that roll up
And the girl with the thing that's swoll up
(Double Up, Double Up)
(Double Up, Double, Double, Double Up)

[Tom Cruz]
Now I know it ain't the first line and I know it ain't the first time
But it feel like a virgin when I bust in on the scene
Lauryn Hill know what I mean
No disrespect, but what the heck, a nigga like me all about the thing
Um.. you know, yaddimean
A little older than a teen with the tight jeans
The way the thing made, make me wanna study it
Like the eighth grade when I had to read Sling Blade
Know it sound teenage, but I'm all the rage like Hanson
Probably somewhere in the back jammin
Playing backgammon tryna console Shannon
Cause Brandon, her random ex-boyfriend
Probably needs Extenze

[Fat Tony]
Nigga, we in...
Used to curl on a cordless phone and talk to these hoes
Now I'm sittin' center stage while they in the front row
Used to worry bout grades and starchin' jeans
Now my jeans is never clean
And I been hooked like Rufio or an addict
To making money, I developed a habit
Got established, now I'm living lavish
Denim is my favorite fabric
Shout out to the DGB
Tom Cruz from the A but we ain't DTP
In sixth grade I got a Ludacris CD
Every time I heard "Ho" I was filled with glee
Now we bout to double up, take the muzzles off
No calls, baby, I gotta make the summer raw
Got hoes flippin' like a somersault
Bitch, we on a mission bout to take off

[Fat Tony]
I roll up for the green that fold up and the green that roll up
And the girl with the thing that's swoll up
(Double Up, Double Up)
(Double Up, Double, Double, Double Up)