Lyrics:
there
Why you tryna get your grams up
I put your hoe in handcuffs
I take her hostage
I see you walkin round, short arms
Deep pockets i live to see
Have yourself another glass of Christmas cheer
There's only one more round before they ring the bell
For last call and our wings as well
Old Joe
the block a loan, can't leave the block alone
They got good credit
Trap nigga, turn rap nigga
Fat Joe, pints and lean back nigga
But I'm the one that got
the underground now we're moving up, climb
I'm a drop another album do it up fly
Bust another round now it's shoot-em-up time
I don't gotta gap but I gotta
the great mc
Then I throw em I lean and mean record to spark
So I can school that ass just like Joe Clark
Next I translated, my rap is more educated
em I lean and mean record to spark
So I can school that ass just like joe clark
Next I translated, my rap is more educated
And made it complicated for
glowin', if you know, you know it
Can't compete with them lil' boys
Rich for real, I just don't show it
'Round the way, they know it's me whenever they
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
intended unless intended for punishment
2019 They released the virus
2020 It went public
By that time they already had too many spies deep inside us
But its
I can get another lady any day
They gonna ban my shit like Joe Camel
Come off like a sandal, spittin the flow ammo
Believe it, get a pack
loved like in heaven
By each other
I'll make a space for you in my heart
We're all just getting older
Everything goes 'round and 'round and
We're all
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
Well, I was out chopping cotton and my brother was bailing hay
And at dinner time we
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
crash
Should?a been thinking and tried to fake whiplash
A crowd gathered round, they're callin' me fat
Who you lookin' at with a face like that?
nigga's stomp hard
Ooh, I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit u wit another one
Remix, we gets, busy ova
bar room, down on the corner by the square,
They were serving drinks as usual and the usual crowd was there.
To my left stood Joe McKennedy, his eyes
BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
get a Gem from nothing
Catch me round after three
I'll talk all kind of sleeze
Snow sand on my green
Fat Joe shoulder lean
Pancho in the sleet its me
And eat you like apple pie a la mode
On a hot day, don't bring me no hamhocks
Cause round the clock, I'll kick their buttocks
All afternoon in
Joe
Can I have another hit
Hit the damn store, me and my homie Young Joe
Packed all the snacks
Then we ran to the show
On the way there, we ran through
and Koopa
Tipping by them state troopers
Round here boys disappear like it was a roofer
Land of the trill got me grill grilling woman
Every summer dropping
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
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