Lyrics:
Haha, it's gon' be alright
When I was comin' up I knew my future was bright (yuh)
You know why? 'Cause I've got that flow that makes me glow
I'm the best
Pun and Fat Joe, they twins
Pull it out, get to mumbling like Sims
And I don't need twenty niggas to defense
Dirty
Get low
Huh? Get low
Uh, uh
by ODB
[Rhymefest]
They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow
I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor
Call it what you want,
lappin vodka off the floor.
Piano’s outta tune, Murph’s bangin out a beat.
Joe’s on the tables, bazooka-blowin out the heat.
Sip it, suck it, drink it
stomach
When I hold a beer mug and
Make you sip from it
Thinking this bug dick could kill the
Dead silence in your body
I want to be the life of the search
Keep It Real For Gang They Say Ill Never Change They Say Cold In The Rain But We Go Make Way Every Dolla Make You Rich But You Gotta Save Not These Hoes
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
been slidin
I'm with yo bitch would've fucked but we Vibin
I don't a dick but yo bitch she still ridin
Slide past yo block make it rain with some lightin
We looking for them J-Lo booties, big ol' ass, round and fat
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it
RAIN SONG
It's the weather man, D-A-W-N
(Huunnn)
Dawn Dew on the beat, let's go.
VERSE 1:
Rain rain come another day
My baby's waiting for me and I
I make it and you need me you gon try to stall
I don't do all of the drama but if you try to test me best believe that I will brawl
These niggas
motherfuckers see a
Thug when he come through i'm feelin' it
I got my Guccis on, killin' it
Game and Fat Joe don't know
Who they dealin' with
Let a nigga run up
the same
Jesus Joey crack
You must be sellin cocaine
Cause they don't make no money like that
In the rap game
Mister mister rain man
Ya I can make it rain
hitters, no baseball
We getting dirty money, no bank cards
And we got a lot of guns, get a Land Rover
My niggas can't stop
I'm chiefing like Joe Montana
individual
Who be on the mic like HQ crystal
coming soon to pay per view in HD pixel
It's Ollie Mitchells, live with Joe Jitzu
Diamonds by the wistful,
That's all I wanted though
I started still dreaming not like I'm nas but still dreaming like as a baby
I thought that I wouldn't make it and now
Fat Joe
They try to box me in I go everywhere that I can't go
This shit factual
This shit natural
This is spectacular I feel it coming like I'm with my
Money talks, listen, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you,
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
grown, and I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!
[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe - Verse 3]
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
lean
Defo make his back lean like fat Joe
Fat P, I got a crack flow and
I get it from the bandoe
G I get it from the bandoe
clip that's about to explode
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in
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