Story Behind The Song

We kick.

Song Description

Heavy, slow rap. Need we say more?

Lyrics

Back up,
You watch out.
Back up,
You can't see.
Through the hoods of DC,
Back up it's Fatty B.
Back up,
You watch out.
Back up,
You can't see.
Through the hoods of DC,
Back up it's Fatty B.
On the mike I'm Fatty B,
Without skills it's not me.
If you call for backup,
It won't be for free.
Through the streets of the scene,
They say DC's not for me.
Too bad they don't know,
Back up, it's Fatty B!
Back up,
You watch out.
Back up,
You can't see.
Through the hoods of DC,
Back up it's Fatty B.
Back up,
You watch out.
Back up,
You can't see.
Through the hoods of DC,
Back up it's Fatty B.
When I kill it,
You will know it's
Second nature to me.
Flow and rhythms,
To these beats,
Like it's my job,
you'll see.
It makes me nervous,
To breathe,
Makes my throat heavy,
Listen up close,
And hear my heart pounding.

*break*

It's the truth of the matter,
It's the thought that counts.
It's the moves you got,
For the backup or the bounce.
If ya wanna play nice,
Then be my guest,
Just always remember,
Fatty B is the best.
Cause I can kick it,
I can spit it,
I can make it flow,
And if I keep it up like this,
I'll have a TV show.
You will situate you family,
'Round the glowing screen,
You better plug your ears,
And hear your daughter scream.
And yeah, it's true.
I make up rules to the game.
Because I'm that legit,
Even your dad knows my name.
I bet he is a scritchy scratch.
I don't wanna hang out.
I don't wanna make him cry,
That ain't what I'm about.
Back up,
You watch out.
Back up,
You can't see.
Through the hoods of DC,
Back up it's Fatty B.
Back up,
You watch out.
Back up,
You can't see.
Through the hoods of DC,
Back up it's Fatty B.