On this page I'll include some information about too phat and how can you guys contact them...I
am not sure bout their new big budget project cause malique seems to have a rest...don't worry too phat will be back and you're
in deep doo doo.
If you guys wanna mail malique, here the adress:
Then, if you want to mail direct to joe,here the adress:
If you have any mail that you wanna send to toophat:
TOO PHAT
C/o Positive Tone /EMI
C-6-1 Blok C
The Mines Waterfront Business Park
No 3 Jalan Tasik
The Mines Resort City
43300 Sri Kembangan
Selangor Darul Ehsan
Malaysia
Lyrics
Ala Canggung (Do You Wanna Have Party?) Lyrics
Chorus (2x) Ala canggung
(Do you wanna have a party?) Makcik (Pakcik) Canggung (Do you wanna have a party?) Canggung canggung La
la li la leh (Do you wanna have a party?)
Verse 1 Yo, straight out the rhyme book On this old time
hook Don't waste no time look Joe Flizzow And the mister Who got his mic crooked Who got the scene shooked
Yo I know it took too long And since Plan B You ain't heard a doper song Before the hope had gone Y'all
waiting for jams 2002 dropped Phat Fam Now we hit you like bam!! This 360 Running tracks Like Linford
Christie Ask your peeps "Should I buy this album?" They say "Mesti!" This the release of the year Ain't
no question Quick to disappear From racks in fractions of seconds I'm blasting your sections you Go run and
tell your crew The album's out brand new From misters you-know-who It's time to rendezvous Coming to a town
near you You like the sound right cool Nobody act the fool The urban legends of hip-hop back to kick it Turn
your systems up right now As we get wicked
Chorus (2x) Ala canggung (Do you wanna have a party?) Makcik
(Pakcik) Canggung (Do you wanna have a party?) Canggung canggung La la li la leh (Do you wanna have a
party?)
Verse 2 Yo, check it The name's Liquey Known for wordplays And punchlines I throw
charms That leave guys green And huns cryin' Come try Bump grind In fun times You clap and holla'
back Mr. Malique one tim! Shake your A Crooked letter Crooked letter now I'm back and lookin' better With
improved and better sounds Yeah it's been a while Since me and Flizz around Mr. T-Bone on the decks Wit' that
chiki chiki sound Came to shake your town And makin' 'em the kids loco Walk around in T's Wit' fly Too Phat
logos Liquey slam vocals Make 'em fans pogo Teddy bop and c walk And hip-hop a go go's Harlem shake and
what not What? Wack? I thought not Trapped up in hot bod Rhymes? I got a lot And I won't stop to kick
it, So kick it now This whole style is wicked Wicked, blaww!
Chorus (2x) Ala canggung (Do
you wanna have a party?) Makcik (Pakcik) Canggung (Do you wanna have a party?) Canggung canggung La la
li la leh (Do you wanna have a party?)
Verse 3 Ya!!! Kau tertarik dengan liriks Buat lu terbalik
Mr. Malique, Joe Flizzow dan T-Bone Spit it menarik Kita hit it terbaik Bisa bikin goyang Tukang karut
moden Bercerita pasti girang Inilah kugiran Yang kan menghilangkan Rasa sayu Pertama kali gilang Gemilang
ku rap Melayu Bigeddy baku Ku pekat Irama lekat dan terpahat Di dalam minda yang mendengar Jauh dan dekat
Yo ada apa dengan cinta? Dulu benci Kini kau minta Agar kita Kan tahan lama Macam minyak lintah Rap
pintar Muzik merdu sekali CD habis di kedai Tersedu sehari Janganlah sedih Kak Long Jom kita bercanggung
Di kota dan di kampung Joget sampai melambung Disambung dengan gelak tawa-tawa Sampai lebam Canggung sampai
pagi Ketuk kuman sampai demam
Chorus (2x) Ala canggung (Do you wanna have a party?) Makcik (Pakcik)
Canggung (Do you wanna have a party?) Canggung canggung La la li la leh (Do you wanna have a party?)
Clap To This Lyrics
( Chorus - Lil' Marissa )
Hey everybody stomp
your feet and move your body Just feel the beat inside you when you clap along
(Malique)
Allow me to complain
now, a llotta thangs done changed now Livin' the fast lane, I'm tourin' in planes now And all the spots at cities
that we go, we glow Snaps and autographs after each show We blowin' them heads until they brain seen We off the
hook this year but yo we came clean My main dream ain't a dream to make it mainstream To steady gain cream and make
ya dame scream Aight then, then maybe I should quit writin' Too many starin' eyeballs have got a kid frightened But
why in the world, should I even pay attention To lil' suckers who ain't even worth a mention ? So Imma keep my head
up, Imma stand strong And stay creative in providing my fans songs You dance on, while I rap to this Let's celebrate
the platinum plaque and clap to this, cmon!
( Chorus )
(Joe)
Ever since I was a kid I just wanted
to sing Pursued my dreams and kept doing my thang Is we rap stars now? Yo I don't know Am I having a ball now
? You best believe so Always wanted to be able to kick it at live shows Rip mics in studios and meet some hot Oooo…..oh
oh oh oh Now we got platinum plaque, we got gold award and hits back to back Never thought that rap could put us on
the map People rush and get our CDs off the rack This 'ish be off the hook now imma telling you done All a playa
like me wanna do is have some fun And make you bounce to this and make you clap to this Wave your hands hard till
you snap your wrist Now what this really is ? Now what we all about ? Too Phat Baby make you scream and shout,
cmon !
( Chorus )
( Malique )
I understand, that fame has a price now It's goin' too high it's
gotta get sliced down A lotta people say I'm no longer nice now Ain't nuttin' changed though I'm still eatin' rice
, clown
( Joe )
Yeah man, now you know what I feel yo People front and brown nose just to get near ya
And people think since we got a string of hits We've gone soft I ain't slowed down one bit
( Malique )
Flip
the script in spilt secs, punk *** it's hard now Down wit' spittin' ish that'll rip me off the charts now A schizo
kid who switch fast like a shinkansen Bust' on you punk *** marks for talking nonsense Rush in your crib fast style
is so hardcore Snatch your ma's bra then upper cut your pa's jaw I sit you down to get familiar with this style And
once I see smiles I gotta bust you' wit a pisstyle…
( Joe )
Alotta cats wanna spit but can't even recite
poems They lost star trekkin' back in time thru twilight zone Want a piece of me I pull your hair back like combs
Be hiting your chest plates and shattering your dome Your words ain't wise you trying too hard to be an intellect
Your side ain't sick you ### punks are hypochondriacs Claimin' undreground MCs, You be dumb found Mcs And flee
when you zunk wit my steez
( Chorus )
Alhamdulillah Lyrics
(feat. Yasin)
Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha
(I'm opening up my heart with honesty) Hayya nab'idil karaha (Let’s avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena
a' kulli na'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have) Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)
Verse
1 I feel the heat From these 4 candles burning As I'm staring out the window In solitude I look at life From
different angles Thoughts strangled My mind is suffocatin' In this truth quest A greed law That we abide
by is ruthless Enough will never satisfy Until we toothless Filthy millionaires Are gamblin' until they muflis
A sad fact of life But mankind approved this I gotta call Him Sajadah is where the booth is I'll make
it clear that I ain't even tryin' to preach here By sharing thoughts I hope To find a little peace here I
thank Allah for blessing me To be creative So here's a diss for me For bein' unappreciative Wanted a perfect
life Yeah smile then die old Fame, money, women Phat cribos and white gold Drive my own Beemer Before
I hit two six A straight pink bitin' toothpicks Who walk around town wit' two chicks And doin' new hits to woo
tricks.... Now that's wrong Pleasure from partyin' And bull ish don't last long A lotta yuppies sneakin' Cars
out when dad's gone Crackin' bottles in clubs Frontin' designer fashion But I ain't about To trade happiness
for a Jag So stop smilin' with your ragtop down Cause for a fact I don't care about your money Or how slick
your car 'Cause no matter how rich and big you are It's still Allahuakbar...
Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha
(I'm opening up my heart with honesty) Hayya nab'idil karaha (Let’s avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena
a' kulli na'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have) Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)
Verse
2 I know that all this Ain't the right thing Partying, chasing moneys And material things Flying high
Think nobody gonna Clip my wings I'm lying to myself Knowing that I've been neglecting Responsibilities
As a healthy Muslim Riches and loot Ain't nothing We frontin' Diamonds and scrilla But forget to say
Alhamdulillah Made my album a killer Plan B Now 2-3 droppin' And I wish to Ask for forgiveness Your
guidance Protection and strength For humbleness and faith To make me a better man Success in foreign lands
Never dreamt of that I remember being 18 When we started Too Phat Now let's go back Three years before
that Sometimes I forget Me and my parents Took a trip with granddad I remember '95 While performing Umrah
Made my wish in Mecca Right in front the Kaabah Dear God You made it possible When facing obstacles Please
let me do good Before I pass on In the hospital And keep reciting The Testimony of Faith And find the
right way Out of this life's maze
Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha (Let’s avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena a' kulli na'ma (Let's remain thankful with
what we have) Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)
La Li ya ruhi bi (The soul in my self is
not mine) Ya ya Lali (Not mine) Lalia Ya ruhia ( The soul is not mine) Ya hayati ( My life)
Verse 3 Ay
yo… Two candles go out That's when I feel the wind blow I haven't met Fatim For two years Been
livin' like I'm single Evaluatin' all the friendships Relationship The reason it's the tenth year Is 'cause
she's a patient chick And as far as friends are concerned Many I've had it all From those who cried for my pain
To those who plotted my fall I learned to differentiate Fakes from the great Mates from the snakes Apes
wanna beef Hate's all it takes For me to blow A diss song for you Not even worthy As an album filler So
now it's smiles And Alhamdulillah Yeah, love me Or hate me This who I am Look at the past at times I
wish that I was born again So I can rectify mistakes And my wrong doings Attempts on minimizing my sins Before
my story ends I ain't no Eddie Murphy Tryin' to sound as a holy man But if I tried to be a better person Now
I prolly can (Wait...) Who am I to advise you I ain't been the best Of God's slaves Just a poet writin'
What my thought says A little house A little car A little sweet girl Thank you Lord I'll try to slow
it down On the cheap thrills This song will prolly stir A little controversy At least I ain't be rappin' Bout
the stuff As tho' I'm born in Jersey Stage name is Malique And lost name is Cairel Mama told me Stop complaining
too much, So I will...
Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty) Hayya nab'idil
karaha (Let’s avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have) Ba'
ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)
La Li ya ruhi bi (The soul in my self is not mine) Ya ya Lali
(Not mine) Lalia Ya ruhia ( The soul is not mine) Ya hayati ( My life)
Anak Ay Am (Freak to the Beat) Lyrics
Verse 1 ( Malique ) now Imma kick
a lil' som'n som'n funky for the fellas and all the phat ladies who been acting ovezealous that tell us that Whutthadilly?
was really the best one and they could hardly wait to check out the next so I bless'em wit this phat verse fatter
than tractors a kiddy kinda voice a contributory factor on how I let my phat words affect the fat gurls they start
moonwalkin' backwards until they back hurts now check this is hella fancy you in a frenzy and now you and your frens
be, jumpin' like chimpanzees I know our fans be wantin' us back so bad so Imma kick a track and let you lay back and
check this easy playa, songs you bump to on your CD player tiggedy tellin' all the sleazy, cheesy haters see ya later
gimme the piece of paper with the funky ball point pen some people they ready to battle but to busy to make an appointment
oink oink man just take a look at that biggy that wanna be tupac he hittin' me up the rooftop cause my group is too
hot your crew not, some fool said that my music abusive just like the two fists of Len Lewis when he too pissed you
boo'd this but now you think my coo'ish amuses your two sisters dig my voice and drip woo juices 0,1,2-0,1,2 is how
we do we make the crowd they go rowdy rowdy hooooo
Chorus wo-o-oh Malique and Joe again, they on the radio-o-oh
blastin thru' your fat momma's stereo-o-oh don't wake your neighbors so you gotta keep it low-o-oh wo-o-oh, wo-o-oh
to all the playez in the club, **** **** to the beat to all the honeyz show me love, **** **** to the beat everybody
throw it up, **** **** to the beat **** **** to the beat
Verse 2 ( Joe Flizzow ) biggedy back up in this b'nez
again ya dream womans dream man the type that ain't gotta open doors and hold hands to show love but I get down
for sure love, ya know love neva hold off on gracious boos, that unheard off WORD aint' it never of ever occured
I be pullin' stunts they kinda crazy and absurd Joe Flizzow, Malique clockin' boos in scoo's and herds when I'm
grabbin' microphones they grabbin my shirt we contemplating, sometimes we complicatin' amazin' pharasing got ya gazin
tryina be chasin' the dragon they call me Joe the dragon and I dont mean to brag on but JZow got his hands on experience
to make ya hunny got delirious I'm seriously silly so Whutthadilly? You got beef wit' me really? you gotta be
jokin' don't try to be provokin' Joe and Malique we hot and we smoking...
Chorus
Verse 3 ( Malique ) yeah
yeah we ain't thru until we take you fools on a journey back to the old school when it was all about love and brotherhood
and everythang was crazy cool check, we usta wear white Nike Air Force sneaks with the fly grey Nike Air sweaters
and at the little playground next to the school is where everybody got together check it out., we usta drink and
chill out in the park, and freestylin' from top of the dome then everybody would party at Moomoo's crib because
the mommy and daddy ain't home check, see I be chillin', Joe be chillin' whole Phat Family be chillin' and I still
got it, love for thee suckers thats down the me!.
Chorus (2X)
|