Lyrics:
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian
das hier geht an Farid Bang, du kriegst meinen Respekt, Bro
Für das Feature und den Remix von Fat Joe
Alle sehen Trends und rennen hinterher
Ich hab'
Can I get you something?
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone! Jackin' me up, tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Cutty say 'e can't hang!
to the essence
Street wise, thirty six waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise
Detour, poverty's on, police war
Grown
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
biggedy-bangs the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX (yeah)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yeah, nah I'm
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
Watch for
Yaself and
Be wise
You might
Give yaself
A surprise
[I'm by myself
All alone
Right now
My house
Not a home
I'm by myself
Gettin stoned
Please
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
Thank the Lord for the
Wise words who receivin'
Don't eva go against the code
It's the Black Moses in Da Vinci clothes
When my sandals touch the
Sand
Fck dat Ion care what u heard
I’m not a preacher but I’m speaking da word
I’m booked up mane I feel like a nerd
That pistol on me we like phineas
come on the scene
Better get on the floor shake it dance for me floor shake it dance for me
Bring ya girlfriends by we got somewhere to be
Yea You know
Yet I'm wise, every murder's organized
It's premeditated so brothers recognize
No escapin' the hell-a-coust, pay your toll, come across
And watch me
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
biggedy-bangs the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX (yeah)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yeah, nah I'm
isn't mastered
CD is in plastic, these niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake Joe
motherfucking Super2jim nigga
El Dr. Seuss de rap
In el rap de Da Elotero
Nigga you're fat
They call you Garfield the cat
And you wish that your stomach was flat
mine, killed by da swine
Who crossed da line? Who did da crime?
The mind of a world, destroyin' kind
We're runnin' outta
Time, time, time, time
selling ya show
Surprise me, one freak
Spinning dizzy da carousel
Think you fat in da winter
And copycat like a printer
Better polish what you started
The clouds will go away
It's only wishful thinking at Biscayne
Down by Biscayne
Da ra da da da
Oh, dear Biscayne
Ooh, ooh
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil he wanna
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