Lyrics:
yeah yeah yeah
Yeah!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, feel that right there
Nod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right there
It's Cook Coke
LV, loose vagina, she got Louis pussy (ahh)
Ain't gon' lie, her shit is fat, hit it from the back (back)
She playin' "WAP," she throwin' cat in that
intercourse, is that somethin' that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup (get 'em up)
With
on my Dick she throwing it back, Shawty so fat she making it clap
I'm a goat and you know that's a fact, Niggas talk shit but really can't rap
I got
Focus on my shit and this and that
Grades and class, I paid and passed
Passing on the blunt, addiction and all it's done
By taking our loved ones, they
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
is definitely some of that shit
A nigga could kick back and smoke
A fat ass joint to know what I'm sayin'?
Dogg Pound in the house
Ha ha, I'm back!
This shit like ridin' a bike baby
Hey, shout out to Fat Joe and Scott Storch
It's Dax! Ha ha!
They say I remix songs, cause I can't
Yeah
Everybody left, but the pain is still here
Everybody said they wasn't gon' leave
But I'm out here by myself
I feel like I'm isolated, locked
on the mic I could give you some pointers
Aye look I rap tight my flow, is type dope I know
I ain't gotta say shit for ya to be like oh that shit cold (for
checkers
Who get fat checks from China for lying online
You're stupid if you think Big Tech is alone
Bring me Zuckerburg I'll put a big tech to his dome
I'd
Fuck all y'all and this time I mean that
I'm so dope the plug can't believe that
They throw jabs, like fat joe I lean back
Y'all fucked up but this
nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with Muggs
What it is
Sen Dog!
Keep it real gangster
shootin' craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
I'm kissin' on the dice
like man
What's up
[Fat Joe]
I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let y'all do the math, that's aight for me
Shit never claim to be the richest but
these muthafuckin' streets for real
Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby
Kay Slay, they don't want me out here
They don't want you out here, dog
This is
paper is amazing
So needless to say mad trails are left blazing
A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But I'm here to say real rhymes to pay
the words you said
You are Hip-Hop fo'real
And that shit between you and Jada
Y'all gots to chill
We're all brothers, we're all
Brothers, rise up, hip-Hop
shit every muthafuckin rhyme
I give you real shit every muthafuckin rhyme
Life of crime that im livin got me thinkin bout a lawyer
cuz it's a whole lot
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
you came prepared
Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Be-X, T.S
Ya heard me?
Youngn' Rest
Uh, yo, yo
Gear up,
Fat Joe fellas rock away lean back,
Now spin to the right, land in front left leg,
Switch right foot, slide left, stolen base, safe
Now take it down
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
to school
Talkin' bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin like your name is water
But I'm ten
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