Ayy, uh-huh, it's your boy Fat Al And this song right here, know what I'm saying, for all my hustlers who be comin' down If you comin' down, and you playin' this song right here, open them up Even if the police behind you, your doors should be open They should be swingin', that's how we do it in Cleveland Ayy, it's the Fat Al, and I'm from the slab First nigga put twenty-eights on the jack Twenties on the lock, twenty-fours on the cutting Pull up in the Bronco, look like a nutty buddy Now I got some buddies that love the cab And they love the Fat Al just because a nigga rap Niggas stay strapped, but I ain't talkin' bout the guns Look when I stop, how my rims just rub Niggas comin' up, so niggas comin' down Look at the tall truck, got surround sound If you talkin' down, then you get a beat down Stop the street, wheels spinnin', and I'm cappin' on you clowns I am a winner, you a beginner Look how I stop, blind by my spinners Look at me, damn, finna make a killin' man When I stop, the twenty-eight spinners look like a silly fan Out in the Candle Out in, out in, out in the Candle Niggas hakmin' high cuz out in the Candle Out in, out in, out in the Candle Pull up in the Sunday, these boys can't top it Paint is vanilla while my seats is dark chocolate When it comes to cappin', these niggas switch the topic When it comes to this rappin', they know that I'm the hottest Try to make a profit, boy, you better stop it Cuz my hustle, man, these niggas can't knock it I'm in the tropics Matter fact, my retort hit so hard that I thought I did a dropkick Look at the time, you know I'm sharp See me ridin' in the Cuddy with the boy Brian I said to Cuddy, don't forget Rich B Cuz he comin' down slidin' in the Grand Prix Learn got the money, see him, Mike got the eight balls Spell slap back, does that mean we got balls? Nigga hate on y'all, I think not Matter fact, when I stop, I get applause Outta Camden, outta Camden Out an' outta, outta the, outta the Camden Outta Camden, outta Camden Outta, outta, outta the Camden Niggas hatin' me now, cuz outta Camden Outta, outta, outta the, outta the Camden Outta Camden, outta Camden Out an', outta, outta the Camden Outta Camden, outta Camden Out an', outta, outta the, outta the Camden Outta Camden, outta Camden Outta, outta, outta the Camden Niggas hatin' me now, cuz outta Camden Outta, outta, outta the, outta the Camden Outta Camden, outta Camden Out an', outta, outta the Camden Players in Cali, they be coming down Ballers in the D, they be coming down Hustlers in New York, they be coming down Pimps in the shot, they be coming down Cats in MIA, they be coming down Don't forget PA, they be coming down Them ATL boys, they be coming down Dirtys in St. Louis, they be coming down It's the fat al, it's the fat al It's the, it's, it's the fat al It's the fat al, it's the fat al It's th- it's th- it's the fat al It's the fat al Yeah, they know me now, cuz it's the fat al I told the whole crowd, it's the fat al