[Intro]

Ayy, uh-huh

It's your boy Fat Al

And this song right here, know I'm sayin'?

For all my hustlers who be comin' down

If you comin' down and you playin' this song right here

Open 'em up, even if the police behind you

Your doors should be open

And you should to be swangin', this how we do it in Cleveland, ayy

[Verse 1]

It's the Fat Al, and I'm from the SLAB

First nigga put twenty-eights on a Jag

Twentys on a Lac, twenty-fours on a Cutty

Pull up in a brown car, look like a Nutty Buddy

Now I got some buddies that love to cap

And they love the Fat Al just because a nigga rap

Niggas stay strapped but I ain't talkin' 'bout the guns

Look when I stop, how my rims just run

Niggas comin' up, so niggas comin' down

Look at the tall truck, got surround sound

If he talkin' down then you get a beat down

Stop Sprewell spinnin' and I'm clappin' all you clowns

I am a winner, you a beginner

Look how I stop, oh, blind by my spinners

Look at me, damn, finna make a killin', man

When I stop, the twenty-eight spinners look like a ceilin' fan

[Chorus]

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

Niggas hate me now 'cause I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

[Verse 2]

Pull up in a sundae, these boys can't top it

Paint is vanilla while my seats is dark chocolate

When it comes to cappin', these niggas switch the topic

When it comes to this rappin', they know that I'm the hottest

Try to make a profit, boy, you better stop it

'Cause my hustle, man, these niggas can't knock it

I'm in a Tropics, matter fact I'm mobbin'

Trunk hit so hard that I thought I did a drop kick

Look at the time, you know I'ma shine

See me ridin' in the Cutty with the boy 'Bron

I said the Cutty, don't forget Rich P

'Cause he comin' down slidin' in the Grand Prix

Ern' got the Monte C and Mike got the 8 Balls

Spell SLAB backwards that mean we got BALS

Nigga hate on y'all, I think nah

Matter fact, when I stop, I get applause

[Chorus]

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

Niggas hate me now 'cause I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

Niggas hate me now 'cause I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

I done came down, I done came down

I done, I done, I done-done, I done-done came down

[Outro]

Players in Cali, they be comin' down

Ballers in the D, they be comin' down

Hustlers in New York, they be comin' down

Pimps in the Chi, they be comin' down

Cats are MIA, they be comin' down

Don't forget PA, they be comin' down

Them ATL boys, they be comin' down

Dirties in St. Louis, they be comin' down

It's the Fat Al, it's the Fat Al

It's the, it's the, it's, it's the Fat Al

It's the Fat Al, it's the Fat Al

It's the, it's the, it's, it's the Fat Al

It's the Fat Al

Yeah, they know me know 'cause it's the Fat Al

I told the whole crowd, "Yes, it's the Fat Al"