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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaheim
Jaheim
Lead Vocals
Balewa Muhammad
Balewa Muhammad
Background Vocals
Clifton Lighty
Clifton Lighty
Background Vocals
Tha' Rayne
Tha' Rayne
Background Vocals
The Gist Kids
The Gist Kids
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Balewa Muhammad
Balewa Muhammad
Songwriter
Edward Berkeley
Edward Berkeley
Songwriter
Gene McFadden
Gene McFadden
Songwriter
John Whitehead
John Whitehead
Songwriter
Mary Brown
Mary Brown
Songwriter
Victor Carstarphen
Victor Carstarphen
Songwriter
Jaheim Hoagland
Jaheim Hoagland
Songwriter
Kier Gist
Kier Gist
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Berkeley
Eddie Berkeley
Producer
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
Mixing Engineer
Adam Kudzin
Adam Kudzin
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Edward Berkeley
Edward Berkeley
Producer

Lyrics

I'm fabulous Hi mummy Hi daddy And baby 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 (oh, no) 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 y'all, but y'all don't love us So we're swervin' in the suburban, we're switchin' lanes Spend up all our dough on them chromey thangs (yeah, yeah, yeah) 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, we're 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 couldn't do 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're 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 But don't hate on us, we're 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-E-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
Writer(s): Bale'wa M. Muhammad, Jaheim Hoagland, Edward Berkeley, Victor Leon Carstarphen, Keir Lamont Gist, John Whitehead, Gene Mcfadden, Mary Y. Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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