Lyrics:
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
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
make you need me
[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby
[Fat Joe:]
I
fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know
[Armageddon]
You
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
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
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,
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
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
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
money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right? (Dirty
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
stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking it
Chorus
(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
models turning run way models
Catwalk like a bitch
Toe struggle
Make it rain cold let the snow drizzle
Discount only if your diss counts
Iv been
and all that's the first thing so hit the floor
First things first in the dirty dirty
Put the word out in a hurry hurry
Spit so clear make sure you heard me
you're with me now
Hit me now
I'm back to the Snoop shit
LBC, east side, that's the movement
Gangster music, do it, do it, I do's it
I make it rain
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
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
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
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