Lyrics:
always want something
I think the American public, in a way, rips off we politicians by forcing us to run
The way they do, to raise 300 thousand dollars
Shoulda ate the carrot and choked that would be great
But I'm too fat to eat veggies
Only cakes made by little fucking Debbie
I mean look at me man, my
of shit
You fat cunt and white lard-assed dickhead
I'll keep on punchin' you think its fnny when your lettin' off a kef
Eatin' more food while I'm punchin
liking the way I throw these dollas at chu they say your kitty cat is one hell of a dog catcher can I take to my kennel and make it all better can I get
didn't die..
Enter honey haired Hilda, with peachy cheeks and green hazel eyes, she softly strummed joes back, like a harp, joe sighed, all pie, in
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
my way
Like memories of yesterday
See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores
my way
Like memories of yesterday
See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores
in a room
I'm a gangsta, you are just a goon....Boom!
I'm like that! You can tell by the way I walk
You can tell by the way I talk
I'm above these
in Milan
My fitting is all by design
This rollie on ice, my shawty on nice,
Ambition they cannot define
We talking I'm checking the time
My jewellery
got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Oh, once I had a German gal
And she was fat and lazy
Way
Yo, Yo What's good it's ya boy Joe Crack the Don
Aka Fat Joe, Aka We the business
Check this out, This is brand new, Top Floor
(That Nigga Jo' Goin'
comfortable
Tossed by the way side like most of us normal folk
Were just some normal folks
Couple regular old Joes
Time sped up, line let up
Do you wanna go is
Haul Away, Joe
When I was just a little boy, or so me mother told me
way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
That if I didn't kiss the girls my lips
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
Once I had an English girl, she was fat and lazy
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
Now I got an Irish girl, she
and field stuff over, bruh, no community without unity
I'm made this way by God's grace, loving my skin, proud of these Shades
Shades
Shades
Shades
Shades
liquor chasin bitches off these drugs
Cause My mental screwed up an I'm no longer who I was
Mmm long live fat cuz
Now that nigga in that jail yeah I know
Hit em up, hit em up
What goes around comes around
Feminine energy drive me, yea that's my gasoline
These fat Joes they really bout to watch a master
Switching my life on Rambo
Smoke a fat spliff King Mambo
Switching my life on Rambo
Smoke a fat spliff King Mambo
Switching my life on Rambo
Smoke
truck in the back, move slow cause the pockets on fat (On fat)
Get the money then dash, first to win cant finish in last (Dead last)
No cap gotta get it,
three (Thirty From Three)
Bigg Macc, Got a fat bitch on me
$200k by the end of the week (On God)
Smoking on weed
Same color as your paper, Lil' bitch my
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
Wearin' leather and better (What's your name?) DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer,
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