Lyrics:
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
I want is for the Loob to put on Barnyard
Fat bitch is crying for me to get up
Everything in my mind is flaring up
Hearing voices saying that I will
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
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
and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
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
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
I am be dangerous now
Not me hurt
When stairs fell down
Be pushed by you
Me hit head
Me nose broke
Soon you be dead
Soon you be dead
So
Verse 2: (Fat Joe)
Yo
I’ve been to go that’s what you tell your friends?
Find a ni**a with dough & get a bigger Benz
He going to take you to Paris & give
Sometimes they don't give you another choice, man, you got to be the villain
Joe the Stick-Man
Play that f****** tag
Dark times
Made me do it
Dark
what you mean by that?
Mean by what?
You is a grimy nigga f'real, I see whassup
I don't even know why I fucked with you from the door
Cause you know
link fence by the gate
Somebody's daddy's out there
Honkin' on the horn
Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
I gotta say one, two, three
More things
gonna snake each other
Sleep in cells and get ate by rats
Yeah I got friends that I class as brothers
I dream about sending a lambo
Big fat chain, Rolex
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
to stay f-are-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat
that thang
Before I leave E a bastard this ratchet I'll let it bang
Like f**k it I'll do the time, f**k it I move for mine
Joe shit gets exposed I make
on the scene, it's Whitty
Ass so fat it's busting out the seams
I keep a fresh white T they call me Mr. Clean
My reality foreal is the shit that you dream
I go by
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
never underlay
Album on the way, b*tch, I'm here to stay
Getting to the racks, yeah the munyun,
B*tch, we goin' dumb with the motion
I came in the game,
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
hablar por si solo
Black moon, Black starr, Busta rhymes y Redman
Outfast, Fat Joe, G-Unit Kanye West y Timbaland
Probablemente me deje a muchos artistas
(Lyrics and Music by M. Aukerman)
* What do I care what you think of me
What do you think you mean to me
You mean nothing, can't you see
And I don't
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