Lyrics:
M.O.P., kept it hardcore, from Onyx to DMX
Now it's on Soundscan sells and BDS
When the Fat Boys, to Big Punisher and Fat Joe
EPMD, to me was, the best
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist me up a fat ass J
And livin' indo high
How do I survive each day
Livin' ghetto life
Twist
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
on sight
By the end of the night, she on indo
Lemme see you make it clap on tempo
Lemme see you get low like limbo (word)
Ass fat (uh, bust it), yeah,
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
don't hold weight
It's a closed case
Like my old song
Singing no way
(no way, no way no way)
No shade
I said
No shade
You can't buy this
Talent homemade
it infrastructure
Do that whine and spin man's bloc
By the way man's keep it clean
Gat a couple hundreds in ma jean
I don't want that shit
Na I don't
of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
(Fat Joe)
Yeah,
I'm on that 16 fat joe ain't nothing can stop
I'm all the way up, but I ain't high nah I don't trip
Miss may with NDAs I got loose lips
I'm way
Chilling in crack smoke
You can't tell me 'bout trap bro
Now I rap G, get a cat lean
Defo make his back lean like fat Joe
Fat P, I got a crack flow and
I get
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
gyal fi get bun
Pretty face, Chinese bangs, and one bun
Cute likkle miss, mi waistline a twist
Gimme way, bet me back up and bubble pno this
Look
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
this way
I only go on dates with straights
Always felt unaccepted
By the gay community
So I only mess with straight boys
Cause they luh me
Well, well I
I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
Cause that would blow
do it again
If we down by 2 I shoot the 3 you know I'm just tryin' win
Fuck the fame, I'm runnin' up digits Fat Bro I need them M's
And when it's time
Everybody j wanna be happy
But me I need a house by the lake
And I avoid these hoes cuz they nasty
I don't work I get my money my way
Sometimes ion even sleep
a fat man
The only trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or goin'
Mister Five by Five
He's slightly plump on the solid side
He
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
And she just got that fat ass
Bad back
I can tell she like that
The way she move from side to side
Yeah I can tell she got that drive
I know
Yeah
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
to you than
They would all assume
Of you
Ass fat way she work that pole
Yeah Drop it Now
Money make her cum
She be running back 1st Down
Type to buss it
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
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