Lyrics:
Man these bitches hoes, and these niggas hoes
Ballin’ on these niggas, number one like I’m DRose
Switch make a big nigga lean back like he Fat Joe
mad,
and I'm staring at their butt cheeks
When a bitch let's everyone hit in the butt
She's always coming back with a fat gut
She's showing pictures,
about when You sing chords
I just wanna go, Rand, seriously
I don't wanna be caught up in Your Music
I don't want to be identified by You
I don't want
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin'
plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin'
In a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And a goodly crowed was there
On my left stood Joe McKenney
His eyes blood shot and red
He
at Sloppy Joe's
The drinks were standin' tall
With Buffett on the jukebox
And Hemingway on the wall.
Then up spoke Sam the Shrimper:
He said, "I've been
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
{all together}
(lyrics not printed)
[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz
Our dad would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day he was solid as a rock
But by eight
listen! There, it's playing again...
Gringo's guitar playing songs of desire
are sung by the haunted wind! )
Words and Music by Cindy Walker
[Movie Dialogue:]
This is where we fight
This is where they die
?????????? boys
[Fat Joe talking]
Just when you thought it was
Safe to turn
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
the horns
When the clouds is dark that means it's finna storm
If ya car is parked and the music is loud
That means ya setting off alarms in the crowd
ushapanda, let's make doh
Here we go, from downlow to tha top joe
And tha top joe, gimme a power, money plus big bro
Mzuka, unafanya niwe chimbo for the music
cambumbos!
DJ Joe, y DJ Fat!
Esto es un palo!
Bateando pa' 400!
Pa' que se caguen!
Gold Star Music!
This that drop top music bro/
No roof, no ruflin, so ruthless tho,/
I hook a bitch, Ruffio
Studio Troll, lucrative,/
Ludacris with how I move this
hoe or Fat Joe prick
You know I roll with them guards
We take niggas off the streets
And give 'em jobs
And most rappers play hard
Until they take
thirty feet the fat lace
10 for the rafters
Cut the other 20 in the 4 or 5 after
'Til each one on checkerboard J & J classics
Pose when he go to kick
His
You know what time it is
I’m dropping my Halloween music
Early this year
But expect another mixtape on Halloween lego
We caught him at the Waffle
antique metaphore
Jurassic park raw, I'm carnivore,
You omnivore, I flow fat on tracks,
Like kids called fat joe
Lyrics on diet, when you tried on wax
Fuck you bitch, I don't like you anymore
Get your lil ass out the door
Yeah, oh, yeah yeah
Got a big fat role in this life, I know they watching
one
I love big boobies
Boobies
I love boobies
I love your titties
I love titties
Don't skip on the
J
J
Need to refill my drink
By the way
Do what it
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