Lyrics:
Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin' baby, fryin' em up fat
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch
Hah, that's
ya back right
It's Fat Joe, Crack
We from New York, we only pop out if the bag right yea
The reaper, the boss, they pullin up we uppin the straps
beer
Write another love song, and wish that you were here
Joe is courting Judy while he's making eyes at Heather
It's just another New York bar
If you
when you that dope
Call the popo Boi I got dope
Tryna make a millie shit ifani though
Then i lean back like fat joe
200si camry, my nigger's ball like
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Bout the New York wine laws I can’t find the
Two buck chuck or three buck chuck
Cause I don’t drink enough anymore
too cheap for other stores
the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
better, new cheddar, handlin', chain danglin'
New York to England, it's D again, they diggin' me again
See me win again, hot like sun, bust like gun
sleeps-sleeps
Took the holy pilgrimage
Took the holy pilgrimage
New York stand up!
It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight it’s the size of the fight in the dog
say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch
Everybody round make way for the clown
Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down
Walked into Del
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
Waking up early. feeling like sturdy. Gotta catch a New York flight by 630. So fresh so clean and a feeling so flirty. Sexy pretty Shardy got me
anywhere on this Earth
And bring about the freedom of these people
By any means necessary
Make some mother fucking noise for Smoke
DZA right now New York
Right wrist locked up
Wrote too many checks
In New York with a stick
Could play for the Mets
MGM bankrupt
The way i make a bet
Courtside
Chef Curry swish
you can't bid your time by stayin in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner
Where I'm in fat pink caps, New York
bitch
Can't fuck with the boy
They know he on his shit
Flow colder than New York in the winter time
It's dinner time
I been the guy to rip a rhyme
So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo'
hat and my team slap said I love her I don't mean that choppa Fat Joe Make you lean back nigga
Timbs on with a clean white tee with my niggas and we
Or better yet, my position now
Throw you cats on trial
Smooth criminal
From New York to Quebec
Unbelieveable respect
Plan X
22 ways up out the projects
(up back!)
In new york city okaland, californidona (kay!)
On every married keisha cole with' dat trim stomach (gay!)
And she lovin' on this nigga in
she done fucked a 100 brothaz
Don't want no little Jonhs (nah) this ain't TVT (uh huh)
I need an Andaconda we could make a DVD (ok)
Yep my ass fat (my
means
She's smooth as
Mmm, Southern Comfort
She's smooth as
Mmm, Southern Comfort
Well, along come a New York Hustler
Said he had a bridge to sell
them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
"we left the people of israel with, one thought..
That they are not alone -- the people of new york,
People of the united states of america
Indeed
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