Lyrics:
Joe Clark when it's hardly norm
Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
I can get ya chick on E
See through her dress, get the address
Give her
I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
cookie, sarcastic with my words, I'm feelin' clever
Need a foreign bitch like Cardi B fat ass, her name Rosetta
I'ma play my part, I played the role like
I got a friend the Lord I rearrange
But other than that I'm livin' fat and ain't nuthin' changed
Big Willie still in your grilly, you better block
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her a** fat, you
to the right, yep yep
One step back
cnother step back,
Cross left step, then we cross right back,
Grown man swag, Ladies shake ya ass,
Fat Joe fellas rock away
can So i can GO
Scraper Whip Them Whips near by
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
Verse3
me and the trumplus in the luck
im so flatland like table park
check to see how my album's doing today
The group L-M-F-A-O goes double platinum hey!
I got a party, man
That's how I live
So I take an elevator
I don’t fuck with nobody like that
Bitch you tried it
It’s young Joe Trill
Just trying to get to a mill
Keepin’ it a bill
The Art of Not Givin’
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
em
F*ck the opps, catch them lackin’ we gon’ smash em
I’m that n*gga right now, you a has been
I put myself on, f*ck asking
So I don’t owe a soul when
90s ways
Why can't artists act their age and just grow the f**k up
Maybe I'm just confused maybe I should shut the f**k up
Maybe I should conform but
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
the greatness of success
I've been depressed
I live with it
Comin' back and I feel with it
What's an album? I'm done with it
Just afraid to see it fly by
Think
ain't f*ckin wit no cheese eaters a m*thaf*ckin mouse
Half of Molly for da 3 cause it's a m*thaf*ckin drought
I pop dat purple by the P I f*ck a hoe n
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno (woah)
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe (woo)
And understand I got the gift of speech
your fat mooma the second hand smoke
What's f**k is this
Ch-n they say you're a fag
You forgot that I f**k your bitch
You're going to do what niga?
Can't
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
know I need to be loved by you
You know I need to be hugged by you
And I can't wait to be touched by you
'Cause I need to be, 'cause I need to be
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
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