Lyrics:
not cho, type a, weapon, leave it, to the, grown up men
Yo the, type a, h** to, hop up, in a, f*****, candy van
By the, way you, shakin, I would, think
Just pour me up, high, I'm sippin' lean like I'm on a f***in' diet
LA n****, 'bout to start a f***in' riot
Why you tryna deny it?
I can tell by the way
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
on the prize!
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-FUCKKKK
If it hurts you know yr doing it right!
Push!
Uh- alright- on the count of 3
1 - 2 - 2 and 1/2
3! push push
Get that baby
(flex!)
Floor, I wanted diamonds, this shit look like hockey (f-f-flex)
Tattoos all on my young'un face
He 'bout to leave the country, he like, "Fuck
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
[Puff
to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this
of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side
your man feathered and tarred for trying to bust off
See I ain't playing that b******* so n**** f*** y'all
Where my team at they where the green
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, don’t care
Bad hair, Old Joe money raining right here (“Fat Summer”)
Went from Johnny to the Evan, a 9 to a 7
But right
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat that you could see it
asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos
Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F
the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s album number 3 Real Talk
album
Morning noon night
Tin ba korin mele jeun
Omo to lo wiki de
To tun lo si abijan
I thought I was lost
Mami ni ma weyin wo biti lot
In life I ga
hips
Shake they rumps, bass thump
Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh
Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer
From the Boogie Down
Oh God!
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
Audemars
Porte de la Chapelle NH Hotel
Siedzę sobie z Fat Joe i Farid Bang
Cały czas oni coś chcą
Demony lumpy samo zło
Nie kłam że jesteśmy same
Ja mam
get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got
Limpish Limpsson
By lyrics you're amazed
By my fat you are afraid
By my powers will be saved
I will destroy the world, grenade
My rap give people
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