Lyrics:
Freaky freak like it's the 80s
Fuckin' explicit, radio prolly say we
Should tone it down with the clean version
Dirty but in public you're like teen
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
a couple bars
'Fore I get into the corps (pop it)
I'm on the West Coast smokin' West Coast Cure
I done ran through a force (gas)
Gotta be careful what
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggaz
And y'all
poppin; water hittin' Crisco
In the spot, I ain't scared to blow a bankroll
I just made my first milly sellin' straight dope
I heard Fat Joe snitchin', I
to describe you ya know..
It's everything about you I mean.. damn!
You make me feel good..!!
[Chorus]
When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggaz
And y'all might be aight but I don't
you notice, what I saying, it's all facts
8. I'm inside like Fat Joe, used the lean back
9. You out back, I got my strap blow your steak house
10.
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
on Sherman Klump 'cause they all fat
Bro poppin' Perky pills out the party pack
She want a bad boy, I am not enough (Not enough)
Slurricane gas, put it in
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
done before 17
I'm really that kid (That kid)
Always on it, never miss (Never)
They play Jakkah on the radio (Yeah)
They like 'how this ain't a hit'
is mine
He said call him with his problems
But he don't know that there's always problems, it only gets worse
Like, some dudes get threatened they
til' class dismissed
It's the truth, ain't no party trick
I'm bringing facts to the
Web like Encarta did
So get your notebooks out
You can quote
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
what's alkaline to a tribe of blacks
Unanimous decision been magnificent in this
If you got a stove and a pot you already rich
Let it simmer watch the fat
You could be one-time it don't matter to me
Cause when you bring your ass to a Likwit show
You gonna get wet if you in the front row
Row, row, Ro,
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
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