Lyrics:
Lumberjack I'm keepin the axe
Layin on passed out nights wakin up reekin wit raps
Geek like the Fat Boys ?produce the feeb? in fat
In shows I get more
Up in the hot tub, bubbly
Spot, love, punish me
Don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I stick it, even Luke be like, "Don't stop, get it, get
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh, woo
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
blaze a fat haze sac that baptize the Norse's
And raise one up high for the Northerns
Here to enforce it
Until the world run low on corpses
What begun
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
Uh
It's 4 in morning
She gotta go to work but I gotta get in my nut first
This bitch is gorgeous
She like how my ego's Big and Fat to match
Like 7
want our name back (Or)
At the next show round up your middle-aged white female fans
Run game and fuck 'em on the train track
(Interlude: J-Zone
Wah, I, fucking
I love watching BBW
Shoutout to all my fat bitches
Ayy, ayy (yeah)
Hit up and run, yeah, take that shit (that shit)
Put them
calling your bitch up
Throw me that puss like a clitor
Joe fuck a thumb in the whipper
And my pockets fat like a hippo
My pockets fat like I'm Lizzo
I'm
she obviously meant "imply"
And I know some guys would put up with that kind of thing
But frankly, I can't imagine why
And I told her, I said
Hey! Are
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
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
work kid, eyes closed I could write this verse in cursive
They ask Why ain't you get signed yet
Haven't made up my mind yet
Like Joe Pesci in casino
like that fuckin Harold Miner
After I see you here now you're in for a surprise
My lips are suction cups in a fucking fat disguise
Rise up off the bed
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
{all together}
(lyrics not printed)
[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
Hoje eu só quero um lean e um beck tipo Fat Joe
Ela me seguiu e me chamou, falou do som
Disse que amou
Eu pulo nessa party
Surpreendo essa Pathy
a doggie all on my bone
I met another girl her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up
lean back, Fat Joe
No, we can never have enough
Add it up, nigga add it up
It seem like they hate, when the money going up
Just let em know it's adding
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