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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Al Fatz
Al Fatz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aljaray Gaston
Aljaray Gaston
Songwriter
Denzil Foster
Denzil Foster
Songwriter
Jay King
Jay King
Songwriter
Thomas McElroy
Thomas McElroy
Songwriter
Ralph Worley Jr.
Ralph Worley Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ralph Worley Jr.
Ralph Worley Jr.
Producer
Phatty Banks
Phatty Banks
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's the Fat Al
And I'm from the slab
First **** put twenty eights on the jag
Twenties on the Lac
Twenty fours on the Cuddy
Pull up in the brown car, look like a nutty butty
Now I got some buddies that love the cap and
And they love the Fat Al just because the **** rap
**** stay strap but I ain't talking about the gun
Look when I stop, how my rims just run
**** coming up some **** coming down
Look at the tall trucks, got surround sound
If you talking down then you get a beat down
Stop Sprewell spinning then I'm capping on your clowns
I am a winner, you are a beginner
Look how I stop, oh blind by my spinners
Look at me, damn, for make a killing man
When I stop the twenty eights spinners look like a ceiling fan
[Verse 2]
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
**** hate me now
'Cause I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
[Verse 3]
Pull up in the Sundae these boys can't top it
Paint is vanilla while my seats is dark chocolate
When it comes to capping these **** switch the topic
When it comes to this rapping they know that I'm the hottest
Try to make a profit, boy, you better stop it
'Cause my hustle, man these **** can't knock it
I'm in the tropics, matter fact I'm mobbing
Trunk hit so hard that I thought I did a drop kick
Look at the top, you know I'ma shine
See me riding int he Cuddy with the boy brown
I said the Cuddy, don't forget Rich P
'Cause he coming down sliding in the Grand Prix
Earn got the Monty C and Mike got the eight ball
Spell slap backwards that means we got balls
**** hate on y'all I think naw
Matter fact, when I stop I get applause
[Verse 4]
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
**** hate me now
Cause I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
**** hate me now
'Cause I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
I done came down
I done came down
I done, I done, I done, I done
I done came down
[Verse 5]
Players in Cali, hate me coming down
Ballers in the D, date me coming down
Hustlers in New York, they be coming down
Pimps in the Chia, date me coming down
Cats in my A, they be coming down
Don't forget PA, they be coming down
Them ATL boys, they be coming down
Dirties in St Louie, they be coming down
[Verse 6]
Here's the Fat Al, here's the Fat Al
It's the, it's the, it's the
It's the Fat Al
It's the Fat Al
It's the Fat Al
It's the, it's the, it's the
It's the Fat Al
It's the Fat Al
Yeah, they know me now 'cause it's the Fat Al
I told the whole crowd, it's the Fat Al
Written by: Aljaray Gaston, Denzil Foster, Jay King, Ralph Worley Jr., Thomas McElroy
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