Lyrics:
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
could use more green
Gotta get this cream by any means, yo necessity, yo
Best believe tho, the cheddar brings mo jealousy, so it could be the death of me
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said
"Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across
masturbate
Pass the cake, a Big Mac
Large fry, two four-piece nuggets
And a fuckin' massive shake
I eat it all faster than a fat kid's plate
Then I'll need
you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E
Anyway, I wonder if we could set this thing off properly
Jet to one of my properties and blow a bag of that
But I'm down to let it fly
Throwing money at the sky
Go and let the hate pass by, uh
We can do this all night, just
Let it fly, let it fly, let it fly,
bread, and forgive us for our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not in temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
to come and drop in your lap
You see,you don't want to try,just let time fly
While your life goes by before your two eyes
You got to crawl before you
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
by
Loft are you throwing up in the sink?
Ah shit Looby's now yelling
Maddy
Maddy
Joe why are you walking around like Paranormal Activity?
What the fuck
in twos.
I got a dirty feeling that warms up to booze.
& if you ain’t heard the rumors, I got the news.
Whatever’s been done, you know I’m stealin.
while your hands are being mamed
By greedy vultures that stay in domination of the top
Hog up all the cream of the crop
In the attempt to prevent human
I seen this beautiful Goddess
Up in the place
Smelled the Chanel No. 9
As she breeze by my way
Had to stop her just to say
I like yo whole lil
Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2
Eightball and MJG space-age forever
[Eightball]
It was some what early, I was on my way
To get me some hay from my
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
to throw in Gomes to get it done
It's on and I've begun the scissor cutting stuff
Come on come one by one by two by two by three
Welcome to Boston
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