Lyrics:
Lies all mixed up with omissions
Aw welcome home again
It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet
This is just the way of the world Joe said
knew it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told
flat, he was clean out of sight
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up
Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop,
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
play like they sane
It doesn't matter (play in the rain) we always play in the rain
Too much of data can make the mind overload
Scramble all logic not
got stranded, it was out at a cold lonely
Crossroads, and as the rain came
Pouring down, I was hungry, tired
Freezin', caught myself a chill, but
It
va-cate in Acapulco
Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
With the hands, or take it to the guns
You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe
I
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
punchin body blows and uppercuts
[Fat Joe]
The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
a hundred grand when ever I hear a new song
C'mon c'mon that's too many ring-tones
Two point eight what you want me to tell ya
Make it rain man, Rhianna
Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma
Straight out of tailor, Joe C.
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch I know
and she stinks like
try
I've got it good and I'm gettin' by
Yeah, I sought in my daddy's name
Bet momma's proud and everything
When it's time to make some noise
Boys
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
In December, the rains came one
Great big package, over-sized
Just like everything else in California
And it came right through
The roof of my room
niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know
[Armageddon]
You
play like they sane
It doesn't matter (play in the rain) we always play in the rain
Too much of data can make the mind overload
Scramble all logic not
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
knew it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told
stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking it
Chorus
(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
As old Joe sat a dyin'
The baby down the hall was cryin'
Somebody had a party goin' on
The fat boy you told tales to
Moved away the other day
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
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