Lyrics:
Yeah Yeah
I'm just here man (yeah yeah)
By the seaside (haha)
We're cooking (haha)
Yo
She want more love from a seaside kid (that's love)
I tell her
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
of us has to worry
Because this bass is fat
And that is that
Gonna take you back
To my fucking crib
Because there is plenty to look at
My impressive
taste the fresh air, ride on some jet skis, touching on my body tryna caress me, my life a movie you can sell it on a dvd
I ain't acting tho, she know
said "Enough of that humble rap"
Now every single you drop I'ma double that
Jigga-jigga Joe cut the record down to
My sound surround you like racism, you
I need to take a second
Quit breaking my neck to
Get this fat paycheck
Because money is the root of all people
Ayo most people are evil so I'm
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
'Lene Fischer, yeah
Marathon, Digga, Marathon, yeah
Ihr chillt nur und seht was ihr habt davon, yeah
Lean back, Digga, lean back, yeah
Fat Joe
496 I'ma lead that
Fat Joe
Lean Back uh
Call me Paramedics he need that
Get the breesh no bitch you could keep that
Two guns I suggest you run
Cause
and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young cannibal
Eat wack MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
sippin on some cognac,
Lovin on my new boo, she really gotta fat ass/
Never thought I’d meet someone downtown in Manhattan,
She’s everything I wanted,
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
The whole place getting high
By a nigga dope
Stay fresh, 95 I’m a motherfucking legend
This shit is serious
No go dey act like joe
Them trynna weigh you
a one
And a five
On my side
You gon die but it's not homicide
You gon die the same way I'm got die
You got die from the lifestyle to brazy
I-I be trapping
Chorus:
It's either me and my wifey or I'm rolling with the family
Might see me by myself just rolling in my Hoopty
Rolling in my Hoopty, Rolling
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back"
Then I said
If you wanna go hard tonight
Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah
Slip into
get paid every time I leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money counter
So many acres, my neighbours stay in another county
Ted
Uh, because in a sticky situation
Would you be there by my side or too busy kissy facing
Real Speech, you ain't got to give me Nathan
Spoil me in
choppa sing
Call me young Pentium with no heatsink, yuh
They leg-locked my van up down by Kurt's angle
Worst thing, tho
That your music more generic than
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