 Another truckload's coming in for me, all for me, I'm singing. I love Rocky Road. So hold another dime in the King Rock, baby. I love Rocky Road. So have another grip, let's go with me. I don't care if you're full, just eat it. Eat it. No one wants to feed us. Because I'm fat, fat, fat, come on. You know I'm fat, fat, fat. You know I'm fat, fat, fat. Don't you call me pudgy, portly, or a stout. Just tell me once again, who's fat? Now I'm mumbling, it's a dangerous. And I don't know what I'm singing. I'm still fed, ears are bleeding. City of bedrock, lonely as I am. Now I'll tell you why. Oh, oh. He just kept saying life is like a box of chocolates. He's gone, she's loved, she's in my head. He's gone, she's loved, he's gone, is he in bread? I'm spending most of my life living in an homage paradise. I churn butter once or twice, living in a gangsta's paradise. I wanna roll with the gangstas. They hoping that they gonna catch me riding dirty. Fingers just too wide and dirty. Fingers just too wide and dirty. Fingers just too wide and dirty. They hoping that they gonna catch me riding dirty.