Lyrics:
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
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
relate homes, I'm on the fucking streets
Believe it or not, I'm sure there be calmer situations
When dirty cops approach me joe, I'm on probation
just made it, we gon be raging, throwing hands up to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, don’t care
Bad hair, Old Joe money raining right here (“Fat
goes
Ur bitch cant even talk my whole dick inside her throat
In my iphone New fat ass chick but i keep it low
In the Green burning but weather is cold
U
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
DIRTY
WRITTEN BY: TANGELA
HOOK:
Imma lady and I like it real dirty (yeah) dirty
Imma lady and I like it real dirty (yeah) dirty
Imma lady and I
And a Dodgers hat to me is what the Yankees is to Fat Joe
Rim low khaki stayed creased up
It has been that way since B.street (what)
Hood niggaz need Ben Wallace
won't tell you how to make it
Gotta read between the seams
Ima leave my haters back in 2017
Fat Joe, yes I'm lean like I'm codeine
Gold phene, with
me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey
than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax, won't smile
Rae got it going on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged
than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax, won't smile
Rae got it going on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged
A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I
little tyke
Snow inside and out, cuz moms was sniffing white
He wants to get it right, and be on path towards
A number one rap star, coming with fat bars
keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)
Can't stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause we, ah get down
Cause we, ah get down
and the rodeo clown
Rodeo clown thinks that Engine Joe is fat
Still he wouldn't talk about Engine Joe like that
Once upon a time there was a race car racer,
and the shit do kick, word
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill,
The way I make the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax, won't smile
Rae got it going on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I
sick
This shit bout to blow
I put the flame to the wick
Before i take cover
Make sure that bitch lit
Light a path for my people
By the game that i spit
Mr. Potato head
You gonna make me kill this nigga
You claimin' yo flow is sick?
Your mind is illa, illa
Catch me in that dirty, dirty
Feed up in that
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