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But don't try to take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages
Signing off is Show B I Z
And next up is A.G., he likes his pockets F A T

I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental
In other words, can I get a soul clap?
Diggin' in the crates for something smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove

And I'm a top-notch competitor, carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh, that's regular, but the sex, I never take
'Cause if that bitch screams rape
Like Mike Tyson, I'm upstate

And you know that's a fact, black
So if she says no, that means no and that's that
No matter how cute or how desperate
(Hey, yo, she gotta get the boot)
Yeah, she gotta see the exit
But I'm not mad, I didn't hit it
I just dial seven digits and some skins, that's with it

Bones in the closet, that's my logic
You gotta be smart and keep a down low in the projects
Watch your step and take it easy
Or act like Stevie Wonder because you know you can't see me
Don't sniff no coke but I might drink a brew or even two
(Andre the Giant, not you)

Yeah, wrecking MCs with just my demo
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That's right, 'cause I'm a gamer
Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her
Step back, get your sticks and your bats
Now you step up because my pockets are fat

I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

It's time to take brothers from the corner
Clean up they act and give 'em a chance to do what the wanna
I'm not trying to be a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty

By nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours, black man
You think it's easy because I rap?
So don't ask me for a dollar, motherfucker, you ain't handicapped

And if you was, you'd still have the chance
Look how I flip, ain't this a bitch? Now I'm making you dance
Yeah, it's Show B I Z from your neighbor H double O D
I R A P because I wanna stay fat

To keep clothes on my back and you know, I never slack
For all the bums that said that I forgot where I came from
Eating crumbs on the corner in the slums
I'm hungry enough to grow fangs

Here's a dollar, go to the store but give me back my fucking change
I'm not trying to spend on so called friends
Not even with skins, put that bullshit to an end
So fuck the groupies on tour, I'm trying to make a million dollars
Some shit I never saw before, so save that bullshit for later

And when I'm large
Hoes give me head on an escalator
Yeah, I like to flow, I'm Show B I Z
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Fat Pockets Lyrics

I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back
I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back
I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back
I like my pockets fat, not flat, so get back

My pockets stay fat and they always like that
Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough
'Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow and then I go
And brother's don't know, I'm on the down low

Some get mad 'cause they can't understand
That I'm 23 years old, I'm in command
I'm down with D I T C, that's 'Diggin' In The Crates'
And my partner A.G., we always keep crazy papes

I'm staying fat 'cause what comes around goes around
I always look out and help a brother when he's down
And out, like a boyscout
Brothers always shout, "Good lookin' out, Show"
Yeah, without a doubt

But don't try to take advantage
I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages
Signing off is Show B I Z
And next up is A.G., he likes his pockets F A T

I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental
In other words, can I get a soul clap?
Diggin' in the crates for something smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove

And I'm a top-notch competitor, carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh, that's regular, but the sex, I never take
'Cause if that bitch screams rape
Like Mike Tyson, I'm upstate

And you know that's a fact, black
So if she says no, that means no and that's that
No matter how cute or how desperate
(Hey, yo, she gotta get the boot)
Yeah, she gotta see the exit
But I'm not mad, I didn't hit it
I just dial seven digits and some skins, that's with it

Bones in the closet, that's my logic
You gotta be smart and keep a down low in the projects
Watch your step and take it easy
Or act like Stevie Wonder because you know you can't see me
Don't sniff no coke but I might drink a brew or even two
(Andre the Giant, not you)

Yeah, wrecking MCs with just my demo
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That's right, 'cause I'm a gamer
Your girl let you for me, A.G., I don't blame her
Step back, get your sticks and your bats
Now you step up because my pockets are fat

I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat
I like my pockets fat, not flat

It's time to take brothers from the corner
Clean up they act and give 'em a chance to do what the wanna
I'm not trying to be a bum with a 40
That's not my style, I gotta work hard like Naughty

By nature, you should understand
To get yours in this land, you gotta work for yours, black man
You think it's easy because I rap?
So don't ask me for a dollar, motherfucker, you ain't handicapped

And if you was, you'd still have the chance
Look how I flip, ain't this a bitch? Now I'm making you dance
Yeah, it's Show B I Z from your neighbor H double O D
I R A P because I wanna stay fat

To keep clothes on my back and you know, I never slack
For all the bums that said that I forgot where I came from
Eating crumbs on the corner in the slums
I'm hungry enough to grow fangs

Here's a dollar, go to the store but give me back my fucking change
I'm not trying to spend on so called friends
Not even with skins, put that bullshit to an end
So fuck the groupies on tour, I'm trying to make a million dollars
Some shit I never saw before, so save that bullshit for later

And when I'm large
Hoes give me head on an escalator
Yeah, I like to flow, I'm Show B I Z
A.K.A. Mr. F A T

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Showbiz & A.G. is a Producer/MC duo consisting of Showbiz (Producer) and A.G. (MC). They are a group hailing from The Bronx, New York City formed in 1990 and are members of the group D.I.T.C.. Show and A.G. were the first out the box from the superb Diggin' in the Crates Crew, an elite team of MCs and producers who can claim much clout and influence on genuine East Coast hip-hop. The spirit of rap's forefathers can be felt in the gritty weight of this duo's pioneering sound.

Learning from their cohort Lord Finesse, the two started an underground buzz by street promoting their demos then selling the tapes out of the trunks of their cars. The street sales helped them polish their debut single "Soul Clap" b/w "Party Groove," a cut that banged dance clubs and got love on Yo! MTV Raps for many a week, a self-titled EP was released in March of 1992. Their debut album, Runaway Slave, followed in the fall and is seen as an early-'90s hip-hop essential. The album brought a bouncing hardcore sound of crisp, jazzy horns, stiff drum kicks, and snapping snares that could get a party hopping but could also satisfy the non-dancing purist nodding his head in the back of the club. The album truly is a D.I.T.C. family affair and introduced such legendary names as the late Big L, Fat Joe, and Diamond D, whose classic debut solo album Stunts, Blunts, and Hip Hop dropped the same week in 1992.

The albatross of making unadulterated rap music is that it sometimes costs a crew acclaim, for Show and A.G. are some of rap's disturbingly underrated. The sequel to their raw, stripped sound came in 1995 with the under-appreciated Goodfellas and the two were major contributors to D.I.T.C.'s eponymous debut album in 2000. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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