Lyrics:
They had New York New York, We had L.A. L.A.
We had the army fatigues, you had the negligee
Ay, you see I rep for my city kid
And even Biggie said he
Why you mad? why you mad bro?
Lean back nigga fat joe
You know I’m just tryna get the bag yo
We like lol to the bank though
True talk (Yeah)
Look
for weapons assault, second of course
It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in Epsom salt
Rep in New York is the cat burglar, the fat murderer
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the likes
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
when you that dope
Call the popo Boi I got dope
Tryna make a millie shit ifani though
Then i lean back like fat joe
200si camry, my nigger's ball like
boy shit don't fly in New York
You wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled?
Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up while I'm at it
First, It's We
boy shit don't fly in New York
You wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled?
Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up while I'm at it
First, It's We
Yeah, bitch, woah (jebi se)
Yoeshmo (jebi se, jebi se)
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew (beep)
Motherfucker, fuck you talking bout (ski)
I'm Croatian by
New York litty
Fly Papis in the club
Came thru Drippin
Pulled up wit the Day 1z
And We all Tipsy
All Eyes On us
Cuz We So Pretty
Bouta get bouta get
NY
the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin' New York cats past the stars
First it was Nasty Nas, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, see'mon, uh, to the westside,
yeah, see'mon, to the eastside,
see'mon see'mon, to the northside,
yeah Fat Joe in the house,
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
muthafuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City
Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no muthafuckin' ice, baby
We rock this real shit, dog
And if you think
the Giants or Phillies, to the New York like Yankees
The Pittsburgh Crawfords, yeah they don't have to thank me
Just thank the Red Bull's, just thank the Abe
the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie
ton moj ton, rondo
Concorde London - New York
Tri ur dva dna, ampak
Ona adna
PTČ na hifi kup očala
PTČ ikea dvojna omara
Itak da bo desno swipala
Še
"we left the people of israel with, one thought..
That they are not alone -- the people of new york,
People of the united states of america
Indeed
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
Amanda diva in New York
My New York insider wassup baby
Grindtime, Pittbul, Dot, Kino, Play-N-Skills
Big-time, Mike and Eminem, Magno
Pa Dave, brother wood
garbage that's)
Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
New York projects (I'm living large yo, stop miraging)
Sign of the times,
bitch
Can't fuck with the boy
They know he on his shit
Flow colder than New York in the winter time
It's dinner time
I been the guy to rip a rhyme
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
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