Lyrics:
hmm, time to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat
Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve
we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let it slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin,
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
Depression seem not to leave
Ate so much now i got obese
Buy more books than I'll ever need
Tell the truth, I'm going to need
What again am i going to need
fathered the system
Organized block cinemas away from the prison
With souls, lost rows and so on
Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
wow)
My bitch no kap, just stunnin’
(ice ice ice)
I give her much more than a chain
Poppin’ molly with codein
Ballin’ for family till end.
Chuva de
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
fathered the system
Organized block cinemas away from the prison
With souls, lost rows and so on
Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
Sister (sister)
Sister (sister)
Sister (sister)
Sister
Go ahead and treat yourself better
You're worth much more, so much more
You better treat
em all like chew toys
Where my dogs at
Who let the dogs out
Ear drummers like Kris Kross
Listen to Fat Joe & Rick Ross
Throw on a beat like a hip toss
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
me more than times together
But I need a warmer place to do it
I can't take this fucking weather
One more night in Plattsburgh so I'll buy another
in me
I'm meant to be so much more but
Blinded by greed
It's easy to
Lose sight of me
Hear me out
Maybe I can change it from the inside out
Burn down
religious institution
Based in the USA
So, heh, of course
It can pretty much do whatever the fuck it wants
Even if the leaders felt like they needed
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
Mmmmmmm, I cross him up Ty Lawson (Yuh)
Perc give me powers like Austin
34 P’s break em down Joe Johnson
Surrounded by money like i’m on Shark Tank
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat fuck
Hope you get hit
by ourselves
We don't have time so buckle the fuck up
We can't waste time so buckle the fuck up
I love to eat sand, I'm too fat for belts
So I guess
find yourself smiling, your mood will be great
So please check your ego and pride at the door. 'Cause DVD vixens can be such a bore
Fantastic but
die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
Tonight
Nigga, this that shooter music
I'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles butt
Diner
I thought life couldn't be much finer
Who knew you'd leave us all so soon
All the years roll by like a river
I think it's time we had a talk
I just
Discuss these so much more dvd by fat joe Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In