Lyrics:
that bitch
Roll up on a prick and just get live
Uh I know some of yall are surprised that I think about this shit all the time
But it feels like I ain't
make
More than you and I make it look easy
Even Oprah get wet when she sees me
Good fellas Joe Pesci still getting work
Death before dishonor, you reap
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
Yours gets skipped like DVDs
This beat be droppin' acid
Do we have to tell 'em so?
Keysha got me percocets I'm chillin'
And it's hella dope
Tell 'em ho, I
every time we link back up, you just get hurt again
You put all men in a box, I ain't one of 'em
Funny how you got all the answers and none of 'em
You
a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be
And Fat Joe got Remy, so you can't be the queen
Talk trash, ayo matta fact.. my man right here..
Came all the way from Compton, to see me put you to shame
the chance
To do this dance you must wear Nike's
Girl, you need bikinis, and those sexy nighties
To do this dance, you can't act cute
Fellas, get up
She fucking on me, then she fuck on my bro’s
Then she get out my house, get yo shit, better go
If you raising yo voice, better change up yo tone
I came
it pop up
Cause I'm bussin on everything and make her mop up
Then smoke that, super loud and we
Choke that, looking around will be
So fat, back in
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys
know when I'll be back again
Yeah! I watched Rap City!
I see this fat nigga Joe up there frontin
Don't nobody like this nigga's shit
This nigga's wack
ain't at the end of my career
Just the end of my tether
Mayweather, there ain't none better
Fucked the game for 10 years I ain't tryna get a leg up
Everybody screamin' out, Who That Who That
Who That? You niggas, they know that I do that
Bitch, I'm the realest young nigga
We get it, you niggas can't go
With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
F**k it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your
Life is a game check in at the airport we all playing
Lizard elite or average like Joe or Jane
You don't wanna be a Jon doe
You only get one go when
one tape with hardcore
I was so upset, and ready to get ill
Then I thought about a kid who lived up the hill
I went to his house to get my tape
He
a while, or we can get ratchet (Aye)
If we get to cuttin' babygirl Imma hatchet (Aye)
Yeah I look sharp, if she dark, Imma have it (Aye)
Throw that ass back,
by your side
No matter, if life drags you down, she treats you right - anytime
She loves everybody unconditionally no matter if beggars or fat cats,
"Everybody Eats"
And some fat opinions, say they don't know what
It means, Well, lemme give 'em a lesson
To the 20k a year, they get more bread
goonin
everybody lookin at me like grow up
but i wanna have a different car every time i show up
put it all the line
every nickel every dime
give you real
and down south sucka free got the game sewed up
down south everybody sayin man hold up
(Lil' Flip)
down south all we do is ride on chrome
down south we got
your hands side to side
Hip hop y'all just throw your hands up high
Let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
I'm Joe C bitch let me
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