Lyrics:
Joe's
She's leavin'
And folks are feelin' so low
Oh, they're grievin'
And they're tryin' to console poor Joe
We're gonna miss her song, yeah
We're
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
teller he said
"Nail me to my car and I'll tell you who you are"
Joe the lion, yeah yeah
Went to the bar, yeah yeah
A couple of dreams and he was
teller he said
"Nail me to my car and I'll tell you who you are"
Joe the lion, yeah yeah
Went to the bar, yeah yeah
A couple of dreams and he was
real!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Muthafuckin real this is Fat Joe Da Gangsta!
Know what I'm sayin?
I got my man ski straight up for see 76 rockers
Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be
Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit y'all
Breakin' shit down
Shake that, funky, funky, funky
Yeah
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh
I
purse)
Yeah, swap to Vert (swap to Vert)
Made it back (made it back), made a stack (made a stack)
My bitch mine, ooh, baby fat (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
don't play my music on mtv
play it on the radio
we are the street kings and we don't care
yeah we really don't wanna know
i'm joe fabulous
life is
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
the stoney end
Nothing left, nothing right
Now they want a bigger bite
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants big money, oh yeah
They want big fat money
[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
Yeah yeah okay yeah
Joe's a little nerd yeah
Kick her to the curb yeah
He's a little bitch yeah
Eat a sandwich yeah
Joes a little bitch that's what I
chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Your nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man,
hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife
[Fat Joe
ain't goin' nowhere I got lots of time
I'm fat as a cow oh how'd I ever get this way
I like to play games that two can play
Ah ha ha ha haaa
Oh oh
off the boxes at your front door
Yeah I?m your Average Joe
Never made a ton of money
Just enough to get us by
But the things that make me rich
Is this
where I'm living at
[Fat Joe]
Clitter clack, that's the sound of the Mini Mack
Where we at, uptown where it's really at
Gimme that, I want
Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two
(Now you're listening)
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Check it, check it, check it,
the deal
Niggas know that nigga Fat Joe is mad real
Check it, who wants to disrespect?
Iraq connect, I take your life in a sec
Fuck around, now you
the deal
Niggas know that nigga Fat Joe is mad real
Check it, who wants to disrespect?
Iraq connect, I take your life in a sec
Fuck around, now you
want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
Yeah, she's too fat,
Much too fat
But she's just right for me
She's so charming
And she's so
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
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh
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