Lyrics:
the name of the greats the new and the old I'm Puerto Rican and Cuban
That means I'm half Big Pun and half Fat Joe (Yeah)
They used to bat they eye I'm
what is you?
Say it with me, a hoe, this for y'all who don't know
Big Fat, but I ain't swole, lil' boys gon' address me like big bro
Ariana ain't
I'm singing my say
He said I love you but I do not like your lowdown ways.
Well, John Henry went to a conjuring woman
Said this misery ain't no way
Yeah it's been all goin' down yo
Kiera and her big bro
The Feds plus Kyle all been on the hunt for Shiro
But Shiro ain't about
He's been missin'
Chorus
Who's this Yat from Rowley Regis
Big bunda ting acting prestigious
You ain't all this and u ain't all that
You ain't all that and u ain't
So early I heard my first guitar
And I knew I wanted to be a big star
And I told my poor worried father
Said I ain't gonna go to school no more
the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place
little daddy in the NO
And even though I wish I had some indo
I don't give a fat fuck, with a six pack
Twelves in the trunk, chrome dip
Nigga don't
mold, one of a kind
Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you
Boys out here ain't hard as us
I ? And G, part of the streets
bitch like a snare
Catching plays everywhere don't care if you across the map
Confident ass nigga inside my heart ain't no doubt
Plug pulled up with them
That somethin ain't right
You kow that he's sleepin with this girl and that girl
I even saw your man with a fat girl
But you know, two can play
have page with my toe has more like
Then you faces and their no problems with no races I like trace my brain while training l
While dreaming and keeping
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady, what's a G-string?) It's yarn, Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair
(Mr. Shady, what's a G-string?) It's yarn, Claire
Women stick 'em up their behinds, go out and wear 'em
Oo la la
Mercy moku
Just keep walkin' by
I don't think I know you
Tryna' figure out why
You do what you doin'
Fuckin with my Oo la la
So just keep it
get back to your room
Call ya? It's probly gonna be late, ma!
That's no problem, we'll all wait up, bye bye! (click)
Man, my family aint easy to deal
the cut
I ain’t fuckin with you niggas I don’t really want to put up with ya
Gonna fuck around and make me pull it and put a bullet thru ya
Talkin to yo
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
little daddy in the NO
And even though I wish I had some indo
I don't give a fat fuck, with a six pack
Twelves in the trunk, chrome dip
Nigga don't
And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my
care enough
(Ain't nothin gonna bother Stokie much)
Some say they can't take it no more
(Comin here, comin here startin stuff)
But Dude is back
Excuse me
I'mma need you to step back
Real quick
This is a full clip
Don't shake my hand
I ain't getting shook out here
Been the man with the plan
on to all of my figures
Don't really know who ain't rocking witcha
I'm cool with you but I'm cool with me more than that
Yo pockets Plankton and mine look
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