Lyrics:
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
Atlanta
White girl in the black Phantom
My top down, mid-December
Ride with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you
M.O.P., kept it hardcore, from Onyx to DMX
Now it's on Soundscan sells and BDS
When the Fat Boys, to Big Punisher and Fat Joe
EPMD, to me was, the best
a true inshallah
East African name for father is baba
I will not be an average Joe
No not by far
I named my beautiful baby daughter Baha
That's Arabic for
at large
God knows-
And Joe and Rose
We're bringing back style to the White House
I'm painting it beige for a start
We're making it into
Yo, Yo What's good it's ya boy Joe Crack the Don
Aka Fat Joe, Aka We the business
Check this out, This is brand new, Top Floor
(That Nigga Jo' Goin'
Crazy Joe was an honest soul
Until he lost his mind
He stepped out of his car that day
And walked the mile line
Those who tried to reconcile were met
that Yao Ming
Tryna move that China white
Ya I grind like I ain't even
About to blow like dynamite
I'm that Bull just call me Mike
I change hoes
to beat it from the back(yup)
gutter motherfucker, smoking blunts and counting racks(yup
White ass motherfucker, coming straight up out the gutter(hey)
Fat
good at this music when the China white right there
In front of my sight like "Here
Sell me and go bye-bye here"
When I sold that beat to Fat Joe I ain't
Was the guy I'd missed,
I took her for a beer,
To talk about old times,
Just to find that beer,
Was now a sweet white wine,
I asked her what
Loving in slow-mo
Forced to take it day by day
Lord knows that you might wanna kick back Jack
Kick back with your fat stack, Jack
Hold onto yourself
wast on the roof the ? Gettin off me
Up in the jets it wast all about sex
Cause the chics that I leave just may got nexted
I got all kinds, even white
with my feet up
My white tee made by hanes and its v cut
My baby Jugo was in the T's throwing T's up
I know some niggas banging bemis throwing B's up
I
to the back
Ten racks to the waitress, change all that
Twenty something years old, ass so fat
Them boys in the club, D hats all black
Tops coming off, ass
and talks big
With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle
That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name
If it means walkin' the whole
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
representing from the east to west coast
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south
I'm by the store rain sleet hail or snow
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
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
the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (who me?)
that
Hold on, my ass fat
Fat, fat, fat
I speak facts
I need that
So you need that?
Smoking white cloud hookah, with my ass out
Aye
Hell nah, we ain't
they heads open and everything
Anything that we saw, garbage cans
No, you know, you know the, yo, yo, no
Listen, Joe, Joe, Joe, you know that truck
That
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