Lyrics:
designer 'cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah)
I'm not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
I wish you'd come on back and make it all right
Before they're called home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy.
on home, boy,
Come on home, boy
You can't hold back the hands of time,
Mama's goin' grey, and so is daddy's mind
I wish you'd come on back and make it all
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
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
on my Dick she throwing it back, Shawty so fat she making it clap
I'm a goat and you know that's a fact, Niggas talk shit but really can't rap
I got
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
hers, she don't trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch
But you're so weak and it shows in your rap
I'm out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat
While
yk what im hopin
They don't clean me out while im in the house
I pray 4 a drought it stank when the flood came thru
Make it hard 2stay clean cuz
joe gonna joe make it rain
gonna make it rain make it rain
ganhando nesse jogo tipo rain man
uprise no topo mano gang gang
uprise no topo mano gang
to all my haters)
All we do is stunt and blow the paper
The paper
The balling make a hater wanna hate us
The haters
Can't take it when they see the money
nonchalance
Trynna make up for everything
I never had
I ain’t made it out
But you know I still get the bag
Forget the name
I’m trynna put my mental
a brother man
I'mma make it make it rain like no other man
Old girl shoulda shoulda got a better man
Ass fat, looki'n good in my letterman
In the hood I'm
gonna make it rain,
Ya grandma so old she gotta use a cane,
Bust on ya bitch and she looks like bain,
Taco Joes, Sloppy Hoes, Eatin on the pussy like
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
Why the fuck you think I'm lookin' at your ass
Cause bitch that shit is fat, put it on my lap, slap, jiggle, wow
Now I'm in the middle of the cat,
on a nigga, I just pop me a pill, baby mama say, wipe me a chip
Swear I'm so fat on a nigga, when I call it real bad, swear to God, I don't even wanna hear
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
I am a Voorhees, fuck all the campers
Fuck a dirty nigga we going to put them in a hamper
When I walk by niggas know it's a prance
See a fat ass
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty
Bay
I hit you like a rogue wave
You’re like a drought you got no rain
You can sit on it and rotate
You think rhyming is your soulmate
But she said there
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
Japan they call me Godzilla
Up in Africa, King Kong gorilla
Don't make me, don't make me put this foot up your ass
(Don't do it)
Don't make me, don't
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