The Theme from Fanny Pack

And you never heard it like this before
You're gauranteed to come back for more

Here we go yo
Live and direct
The prettiest girls
Who cash the most checks
Straight to the bank in cars
Never walking
Looking mad cute
And cell phone talking
Fellas
They all jock my crew
They buy us dinner and jewelry
And shoes
When it comes to attention
We're the center
They come to my crib
And they try to enter

I kick rhymes
Just for fun
Brooklyn, New York
Is where I'm from

The place I dwell
New York City
Where girls like us
Become so pretty
What a pity
Your committee
Can't hold a candle to my city
We're so pretty
Ass and titties
The home of Biggie
And P. Diddy

And you never heard it like this before
Throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just dont care
Getting down with these sureshot sounds
Somebody say Oh Yeah
Getting down with these sureshot sounds
Somebody say Oh Yeah

Braggin and boastin
Carrying toast and
Riding my bike
Flatbush, just coastin
Money and clothes
The latest fashion
The center of the world
With all the action

Champagne bubblin
Causin mad trouble and
You better feel this song real quick
On the double and
I'm out smugglin
Boyfriend jugglin
Making a splash like jumpin in a puddle and...

We love fashion
Dancehall mashin
Whiplashin
Mercedes crashin
Egg Mc Muffins
Stove Top Stuffin
My chef, any food
It ain't nuffin
On the block puffin stuff
Like H & R
My homeboy Fancy plays guitar
Laugh at a joke
Hardy har har har
Fake IDs get me into the bar

And you never heard it like this before
Throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just dont care and wave em like you just dont care
Getting down with these sureshot sounds
Somebody say Oh Yeah
Getting down with these sureshot sounds
Somebody say Oh Yeah

The beats are cripplin
Potato chips I'm dippin in
I might take a sip of your bottle of ripple and
Grape nurple nipplin
Tim Leary trippin in
I know you wanna hit it
But stay offa my tip in in
Studio arrangin
People are strange and
Where my dogs at
You better handle that mange and
Going insane and
Dealing with my brain and
Quick switching lanes then
Hopping on a plane then

I graduated
Teachers hated
Tests were graded
And overrated
I am jaded
You debated
Unmotivated
And rollerbladed
Boys Ive dated
Some have skated
Cheese gets grated
Animals mated
Bread gets toasted
Parties hosted
His nuts got roasted
But he still boasted

Young ladies in the house, just work that body, work work that body
Young ladies in the house, just work that body, work work that body
Young ladies in the house, just work that body, work work that body
Young ladies in the house, just work that body, work work that body



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Grady, Matt Goias
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