Lyrics:
Fatty Boom Boom
Hit me with the ching-ching
Fat pocket clinking, dollar eye twinkling
Jeez da beats so chunky, me'sa getting funky
Oh oh oh oh
When I
to hit supe
F****** around and hit joe
They was sending hollows through the windows
Stacking all this money till I make it ten fold
a by-stander and a family member is who show up
Joe Maue'r baby girl I'm a catch on the glow up
God damn wit the dic don't throw up
I'm up, throwing money, Fat Joe, make it rain
Got a dubby in my hand, West side what I claim
Yeah, we tote Glocks, hoe stop, before you get your dome
the clit and put the pussy to rest
I might not flow like Fat Joe but I'm cool
Fucking third of the trio, a pussy eating fool
Dripping out my mouth baby
on the ?
That ass thicker than a mo'fucker
Her mama bad, I tryna hit it that's a motherfucker
In that Mausoleum looking like Selena
And I'm Fat Joe, Don
forget me like
I was hit by planes
I ain't got to do it big
I just gotta do it different
And these hoes are on my dick
And if you got it, it ain't tricking
on full
& they fat like Joe
So who GAF what u think
My Niggas shoot before u blink
Randolph jus hit up my line lets go up again
He one dat I can lean
Call me
The pogo stick
I jump shit, off and
Often awkward ways I'm talkin
Talked bout, more than you're average joe schmo
I gotta flow joe like
swear down, I'ma be the number one for ages
The fat dumb judge took a look at me and threw the book at me
Told me what I couldn't be and what I wouldn't
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
that
But think how we think about it
I sit on the stand
Creepy Uncle Joe
And I get hot, I got a lot of, I got hairy legs that turn
Creepy Uncle Joe
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
move
You feel me
Alright I guess it's my turn
Boutta tell ya story about a little fat bird
Little fat bird grew up in LA
But mommy and daddy sent him
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
the count, everybody
When I drop fat styles that ain't your simple blahzay blah
Lodi Dodi average Joe Simpleton with a average flow
Have to go after you
and holla!
I'm just a killer with problems
I want a f***ing release
Without the help of a therapist
My family or a priest
Ya hah ya mesh
Shaken
Greetings
This is TylerMade
Aka not your average album
Every beat is made by Muah
I produced this Album
And they say I'm just a rapper
Lets Go
Uh
Let
say "Fuck him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by
Whats up lil bitch
Okey-dokey hokey pokey make the bitches Joe me Joe
Diamonds dancing like they doing the fucking Macaroni
I can't play round in
'm flirtin' with shawty, her gluteus fat
She come to my home, I give her the pat
We lyin' in bed, she wanna be fed
We crackin' the crabs like I'm Joe in
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