Lyrics:
And I swear she a riot folks
How she order all that food
And a motherfucking Diet Coke?
He said "You lying yo, why is you lying Joe?
Cut it out, quit
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
Ayy, rock left rock right, you can get that shit
Lean back like Fat Joe and snap your wrist back
Gangsters don't dance (nah)
They lean wit' it rock,
Ayy, rock left rock right, you can get that shit
Lean back like Fat Joe and snap your wrist back
Gangsters don't dance (nah)
They lean wit' it rock,
gaining Black support and the Democrats hate it
Blacks shouldn’t blame Trump for what White Dems created
It’s Jim Crow Joe that's a friend of the Klan
He
That's a lot of ass sliding up and down that pole
I can tell she ready by the white shit on her nose
She just want some paper
She just want some
never seen mine
He more like a grown lion
Y'all are acids but I'm Alkali
Ashes when I drop a rhyme
Flattened by my basslines
That's just asinine
Power
Ha ha, I'm back!
This shit like ridin' a bike baby
Hey, shout out to Fat Joe and Scott Storch
It's Dax! Ha ha!
They say I remix songs, cause I can't
back
Shout out chicken getting chicken
Like my north east homie fats
Who that nigga she fool with?
He don't do the same
Babygirl I just move them
I
back, white ? Doors open
Groupies looking froze, should've left the freezer closed
Her breast and thighs hotter than some wings at Burger Joe's
Now take
arms, bustin' guns with them
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
the act go?
I'm finna O-Dogg some s***, where the Mac go?
I can turn a millionaire broke, like Fat Joe
My b**** pulled up brat mode, got her back broke
Hit
Mark Spitz'n
Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin' New Era fitted
White boys say my style is bitchin'
Keepin' coke in the kitchen
Keep a Glock that will
on over here lil' mama so you could babysit me
Bounce that ass in front of me now that's the way to get me
Thinkin' about how she suck by the way she part
party that shit cray
I came later than sixth place
Her ass fat got a nice face
She tryna tie me down like a shoe lace
But I'm too Gee for allat
(all that
Bustopher Jones in white spats
My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational
And it is the against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
just go hit a stain in the sticks mother fucker
You tryna hit licks and the rain you lil sucka
I'll knock ya ass back like joe's fat ass
But I ain't
That yellow tape and white sheet shit
Never had a street scene that's so frequent
How yo mans gonna help you if he's yelling out he's hit
Bloods
games I'm a real nigga Joe
That's how it go haha
Real nigggas I don't see em where they at I don't see em yeah I'm looking everywhere but ain't no real
countin up my cash
Step 4 don't start at step 1
Bitch take yo clothes off
1 night
I just did 3 shows
Just call me big goth
Her ass it's so damn fat dawg
I keep my truck bed good and dirty
On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
By Friday night I'm sittin' purdy
And my wallet's fat as hell
I keep my
a rep that I made all by myself
One I hate all by myself
That comes from decisions created all by myself
I can't shake it all by myself
See I grew up
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