Lyrics:
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
up the plug tell him run me a pack
F**k up more bands and i'm making it back
I know that they hate cause my pockets look fat
I do not lack, stay with
dumped
Lookin like a prick while ur bitch is chokin
With her mouth on my dick
Now u can lean back motherfker
But I ain't fat joe its dre on the hook and
Im
the cookies by the pound n**ga
Smoke the gas by the ounce n**ga (yeah)
Roll it up and burn it down n**ga (yee)
I'm getting head on a private flight (suck it up
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through
blayed
Aye hold up crusin down the 405 doin 95
slightly geeked out my mind in a pinch so check the bind
Breathalyzer say I'm fine slap the bag chugging
your fat mooma the second hand smoke
What's f**k is this
Ch-n they say you're a fag
You forgot that I f**k your bitch
You're going to do what niga?
Can't
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
Your nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him
everywhere!
PLAYAS, PLAYAS, PLAYAS!
Representin, green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?
[Interlude]
Pimp pimp onnnn, pimp-pimp onnnn
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
they been forming shit but They gat none
Nigga they been claiming shit cause They gat all
Ga Jump on by two nigga boi ain't Runing
Ga lock up in
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so
Let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head
Do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack
don't really care f**k your feelings too
I was getting bullied by a fat, fat had a rap beef with this wack, wack
Now the internet made it so easy to show
a f**k, God by my side..See me speedin’ I don’t rush and savin’ all my coins, cause them coins lead to bucks, I already won boy ain’t no keepin up, ain’t no
mutants
F**k that!... i'ma always stay strapped
Like the head of makmende when he gets pissed off blah!
You don wanna end up with a n*gga like me
I'm not
know the classics by heart
And exactly how the filler go
Repeat it on my way to the liquor store, Charlie
[Interlude]
What's up, what's down what down
ridin'? Want you ain't worried bout flossin'
You hollerin' f**k what I'm talking your shit better than walkin'
It's five stickers up on it look like
now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
we not asking, moving fast and sharply all my n*gg*s flashy we rolling up nicely we getting the game fast and we all cashing. Cash
[Interlude: 4Nity
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don
aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in
couple jurats that came on endz
And left in wet clothes looking all red
Bun it, pass it
Hit by a corn on the old block, nah
Bun a fat zoot with a neek,
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