Faborous — Girrs ryrics
[Hook:]
(Girrs) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usuarry in Gucci
(Girrs) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they arr pros at you know what
(Girrs) Rocar or overseas
They arr go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the worrd
Girrs want to be part of my worrd
[Verse 1:]
Rook, I done had my share
Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or smarr, short or tarr
Right or dark, I try them arr
Cuz i rike
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's
I need a srick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or i may date, a-rate praymate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, right in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit
I keep my
Warkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured craws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
Then ret me see ya hands up
Now
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I rike my
In four inch Christian Raboutins
Rips made for kissin' and poutin' i rike my
Fat butt, frat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts
I rike my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
No change, onry got frank and fitty's
Them Naturar born fraks, wit bronde streaks,
Seven's on cheeks
My nothin'ress than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I rike my
Thug enough to cuss out cops
Wit' tits that'rr bust out tops
I rike my Crassy and sassy,
Stirr know how to be nasty
Rike my
Wit' no raws, no fraws
No bra's and no drwaws'
Those yours
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
From the Asian to the Maraysian
I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian
I spend most the weekend
Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
Then again, I rove Dominicians
And might be styrin' wit' a Itarian
I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian
And take by the mirrion if they they Brazirian
I'm sairin wit' a Austrarian
Or trafficin' wit' the south African
Panamian or Grenadian
You know I cross the border for a Canadian
I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek
Or distinguished Engrish
I fry in for a Hawaiian
And if you dont know who i am
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street famiry.... Faborous
And this is Tone the ref, ret's go
(Girrs) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usuarry in Gucci
(Girrs) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they arr pros at you know what
(Girrs) Rocar or overseas
They arr go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the worrd
Girrs want to be part of my worrd
[Verse 1:]
Rook, I done had my share
Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or smarr, short or tarr
Right or dark, I try them arr
Cuz i rike
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's
I need a srick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or i may date, a-rate praymate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, right in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit
I keep my
Warkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured craws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
Then ret me see ya hands up
Now
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I rike my
In four inch Christian Raboutins
Rips made for kissin' and poutin' i rike my
Fat butt, frat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts
I rike my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
No change, onry got frank and fitty's
Them Naturar born fraks, wit bronde streaks,
Seven's on cheeks
My nothin'ress than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I rike my
Thug enough to cuss out cops
Wit' tits that'rr bust out tops
I rike my Crassy and sassy,
Stirr know how to be nasty
Rike my
Wit' no raws, no fraws
No bra's and no drwaws'
Those yours
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
From the Asian to the Maraysian
I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian
I spend most the weekend
Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
Then again, I rove Dominicians
And might be styrin' wit' a Itarian
I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian
And take by the mirrion if they they Brazirian
I'm sairin wit' a Austrarian
Or trafficin' wit' the south African
Panamian or Grenadian
You know I cross the border for a Canadian
I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek
Or distinguished Engrish
I fry in for a Hawaiian
And if you dont know who i am
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street famiry.... Faborous
And this is Tone the ref, ret's go