Lyrics:
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
When you look at me that way, I must believe the things you say,
Why, if you told me night was day, I wouldn't doubt it.
Baby, if you told me that
When you look at me that way, I must believe the things you say,
Why, if you told me night was day, I wouldn't doubt it.
Baby, if you told me that
replacement, placement, I ain't no average Joe, woah
Spaceship, spaceship, whipping a UFO
Racin', racin', I'm on my way back home
Face it, face it, We gon' take
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
up, can't you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck?)
Joe I've got yo' baby! Daaaaaaaaammn!
FUCK FAT JOE!
of fucking ramen noodles you were having last night
Yeah you a fucking fat ass bitch
You ain't never gonna go no where
Sitting on your bed
Giving Joe head
You
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show
Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Tony Starks special
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
Psst hey can I ask a question?
Do I look fat to you?
By the way if you say yes
I'll fucking kill you
Yeah I splurge I might eat too much McDonald's
I told her move
That ass side ways
Damn, damn that pussy fat
She ride it all day
Pussy, pussy taste good
She ride my whole face
I told her suck
guerreros
W, Yandel Fat-Fat-Joe
(Wisin and Yandel) nosotros controlamos esto
Bayabori subelo
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
what the fuck is left
You see me meditate well then you see me in my home
Way deep inside my dome that's the place where I roam
Where knowledge
[Intro][Joe Mafia]
Shit, pass the clubs it over here
Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft
Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt
Niggas got Napolean
(Zaytoven)
Fat black, gap tooth, janky than a bitch (huh)
Always known for hittin' licks
(Robbin' takin' niggas' shit)
On that kick door shit
more turkeys than bitches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes
Motherfucker I'll be in Baghdad
[E-40]
have had
The charge
Of what I was put through
To close
The greatest economy
In the history of our country
And by the way
Now it's being built again
in bed with
Especially with that pink tip
Ass fat
Wet cooch
Bussy throb
Big dick
Sloppy joe
Daddy’s home
Daddy’s here
to beat it from the back(yup)
gutter motherfucker, smoking blunts and counting racks(yup
White ass motherfucker, coming straight up out the gutter(hey)
Fat
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
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