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Dre's Drugstore
Disc 1
01. World Class
02. Flirt
03. Deep Cover
04. Dead Ass Broke
05. Fat Girl
06. Underwater Rhymes
07. Scream
08. Killers
09. Loc It Up
10. Nightmare on Rhyme Street
11. Slice
12. Bad Breath
13. Dunk the Funk
14. No Escaping
15. This Beat Is Def
16. This Is Just a Bonus
Disc 2
01. Surgery
02. 6 in the Morning
03. Situation Hot
04. My Burnin' Heart
05. Dial-A-Freak
06. Oooh My God!
07. The Fly
08. Breakdown
09. Terminator
10. Serious Conversations
11. Gangsta Wages
12. They Got a Badge On
13. Panic Zone
14. J.B. Is in Jail
15. Give Me the Mic
16. Milkshake
Fat girl
A fat girl
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Fat girl
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Fat girl

It's funky fresh Eazy E, new kid on the block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please change the tempo
As I tell you a tale 'bout this big fat hippo
I was chillin' on the Ave., drinkin' some brew
Saw a fatty comin' my way, so what was I to do?
I, busted a U, went the other way again
But forgot that the Avenue was a dead-end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
Funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five

The stampede was rushin', I double looked
And she had more chins than a Chinese phonebook
Five foot three, ugly as can be, she said
Hello Eazy-E, do you remember me?
I said no, uh-huh, yes you do suga
My name is Bertha, but you can call me "Booga"
Remember the time when you were drunk at the party
We was slow dancin', gave ya all this body
When she said that she loved me, I was in shock
Oh my God, got a fat girl on my jock

I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock

She gave the grin, I showed the frown
And with a bear hug picked me off the ground
Squeezin' me tight, attempted to bug me
Grabbed me by the rear, said "love me, hug me"
I was hell, victim of a scandal
'Cause this big girl's too much for E to handle
Broke the beast's grip, started to run
Back to the crib, grabbed the elephant gun
She's grubbin', thighs rubbin' in a hot pursuit
I loaded up the gun, 'bout ready to shoot

She kept on comin', because of addiction
Legs on fire, because of friction
My gun broke, I was doomed
Dropped the double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
As I swung, the fat girl fell
Lyin' on tha Ave., just like a beached whale
Now that's the story, it's quite ill
And all fat girls y'all best to chill
All overweight freaks, stay off my block
'Cause it's ill to have a fat girl on your jock

I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
I got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock
Got a fat girl (fat girl), on my jock
Got a fat girl on my jock