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ima make it rain
Ima make it rain I think I'm Fat Joe
Lil baby wanna fucc she know I'm da goat
Ima leave her wet like she on a boat
Put da dicc in her

Mural

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving

Let's take it back to when I was ten
Stealing weed from my dad smoking fat with friends
Sometimes I like to sit back and pretend
That we could travel

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

These rats we eat like dinner
Lean back, lean back, fat joe when I'm whipping

Make yo' back crack
Ride me 'til you can't yap, throw it back back
She gon'

Grace Hospital

Jane Siberry

Lips: Music For Saying It

1999

I'm walkin' down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital
I'm gonna make it to the end
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is

I’m fucking Cher
You showed me how to lean back
Told me to make it rain
Now I proudly serve you my hurricane
Feed me a beat Like Jeffrey Dahmer
I’m

tuddie blap
It make her booty fat
You know I'm slapping it differently
Jump in that wraith
In throw bentley bs
Call me young shiggdy
I got the remedy
Two

Ayy, so much drip on me, I'ma just make it rain, yeah
Ice all on my neck, been through a whole lot of pain, yeah
Nigga, I'm one of one, me and you

The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/

his bunny’s that he got the good deals
You know
I know
We know
Its Joe
The Bro
To go
Oh no
A hoe
Towards a motherfucker with bad mommy issues
Leave

to go by (living)
Run yo baggage fat chick
I ran through the same roads
Ran you dry (pussy)
Fucking hell
This things getting hot
Can't slow it down
So

Get the Hell on With That

Fat Joe

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.) [Clean]

2001

bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the FAT, to the, JOE
Drink Cris' with

rappers need a ghost writer for,
cnd off another niggaz rhymes they pockets fat as Michael Moore,
Until they fucking Halle Berries makin it rain like they

Mixed with Fat Joe
Make it rain yeah

I been on point for a minute
Pass me that joint for a minute
Feeling like Troy for a minute
You can't stop me
You

pull up you get smoked
Pockets looking fat no cap no joke
Yuh
Pockets looking fat no cap no joke
Yuh

It all started with some big talk
I've been digging

car seats in the back, see who I do it for

I ain't worried bout a damn thing
Its return of the rapper but I ain't on shrink
My lyrics on Fat Joe, its

toleratin' dissin'
We gon' kill 'cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain't cappin' when we rappin'
We gon' make sure they feel it
We ain't runnin'

Paystyle

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop

For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's

pray for x zibit
I pray for nas
I pray for wayne
I pray fat joe

I wanna make you move
Where is this real Niggas

I pray ice cube, nwa
50cent g unit, was

rainfall (Hold up)
They just hope that it's storming
They always gonna tell you when it rains it pours
Mother Nature's crying inside
I know I didn't tell you

Get Low [Remix]

Busta Rhymes

Kings of Crunk [Canada]

2002

so
Make monkey face, gyal whine go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad, nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem

she got a pretty Bottom
Pour it up in the fanta watch it Trickle to the bottom
Shake it up her ass fat watch her Shake it up
Took her way back like Joe