Lyrics:
Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday, like we won the fuckin' Super Bowl
Chillin' wit my nigga Mack, he keep
I'm up, throwing money, Fat Joe, make it rain
Got a dubby in my hand, West side what I claim
Yeah, we tote Glocks, hoe stop, before you get your dome
(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
ain't sayin nothin
Everybody gon cap cause they ain't really thuggin
Finna hit em in the back hoe the gang stay bussin'
N we only smoke woods so we rollin
telling no lies
Creep trough the cut fat shit now he blind
One up they don't know how we did it
I done hopped in that car yea that young nigga vicious
Nigga
I'm Afro with the Thunder
Samurai I kill and plunder
Get the sack
Share with the team
Gas Mean like Joe Greene
Nigga I'm a Trouble Man
I'm a Trouble
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
it's like that, on a phat track
with a fat sack
D-Roc and Kaine, ready for combat
Ying Yang, Inglewood, that's our home
It could be on, we ready for
She jus love the dicc
I’m rough as shit
I’m thuggin it
I know she let my brother hit
And I am not no officer
So no I won’t be cuffin it
We ain’t been
hoes
Ballin’ on these niggas, number one like I’m DRose
Switch make a big nigga lean back like he Fat Joe
And we steady puttin’ Niggas onna’ shirt like
Is I'm thuggin or buggin
Tell them to tuck in they stuffing
They can't get up when we busting
Because his blood gushing
That's something to remember
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
By design we're tough
There's no whining in those dreams force
If you can pick the winners and
Fix your mind for team sports
And if you can't then so
not miss)
We gon' blast to the moon in my rocket
And my bitch, she a barbie in hot pink
Bravo when she give top, bitch, I'm Johnny
I can tell by her
fat ass stay - living comfy
Down in d-are on the landing strip
When record sales get low we back to advancing bricks
Jack-of-all-trades we do that
Walk 'em down, that's toe-to-toe
My cousin in that stolo, nigga
We gon' knock 'em down right by the store
He a opp pack, we gon' roll that nigga
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
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
dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop
we gon' let them have it
Two of my young niggas thuggin', gettin' money while you niggas laughin'
Floatin' with a stick on the carpet like my name
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
and they ran
For putting on the team now you locked in a can
Your bitch jumped ship gettin' rocked by your mans
Where we go wrong this wasn't part
the meat, she gotta go (yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
Choppa make 'em lean back like Fat Joe (lean back)
Get you wacked, nigga, that's what
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