Lyrics:
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
signs
Joe Cash Joe Cash say my f$$ name
It’s family over e that won’t never change
Can you stand the rain ?
Well how about dance in it ?
If God
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help
Now don't rewind, get it the first time
Shouldn't have to repeat
the close shave of a low fuckin' fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David
him
This shit I cannot ignore
Swipe, ran out the store
I be looking like I came off a tour
You might make it rain but we make it pour
Ask them bitches
on us,
Sad that we're apart
Don't wanna talk about it -- don't make me think about it
So please don't speak of my heart.
Written By: Gerry Rafferty
the same hood
You told 'em treat you like you workin'
How you catch them cases and got out? You on front-end diversion
We hit the strip club, make it
concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give
tougher than leather
I'm rated number one and I'll rain forever
Some people wear silver and some wear gold
But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss
bloody
I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain, damn, that's muddy
She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
What it
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
I leave, go out the front door now
Check the weather, what is the forecast
Tryna make it rain, lookin' for more cash
Little man, ain't got no
the meat, she gotta go (yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
Choppa make 'em lean back like Fat Joe (lean back)
Get you wacked, nigga, that's what
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
about to choke
Fat Frog, hopping through the pain
Drowning in the sorrow, dancing in the rain
Fat Frog, never gets the girl
Living in the shadows,
ima make it rain
Ima make it rain I think I'm Fat Joe
Lil baby wanna fucc she know I'm da goat
Ima leave her wet like she on a boat
Put da dicc in her
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
These rats we eat like dinner
Lean back, lean back, fat joe when I'm whipping
Make yo' back crack
Ride me 'til you can't yap, throw it back back
She gon'
No Fat Joe shawdy want another round
When you got money girls come around
Why you popping up unannounced
She was mad at me we fuck it out
Don't wanna
the stats Fat Joe, Joey Crack, Yea Yea
Man its Tasty,
I ant even dig the bitch ya broad want to date me,
Clip her by tomorrow now i got her mommi Laced me,
joe gonna joe make it rain
gonna make it rain make it rain
ganhando nesse jogo tipo rain man
uprise no topo mano gang gang
uprise no topo mano gang
Mixed with Fat Joe
Make it rain yeah
I been on point for a minute
Pass me that joint for a minute
Feeling like Troy for a minute
You can't stop me
You
nothin'
Knowledge is king
Knowledge
My rhymes make
A meak mind anorexic
You can't hang without slang
So eject it
I've selected
Rhymes for records
To affect
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