Lyrics:
I loved standing by the water and just knowing what it's for
It's all right to swim and sip it- let me have a little more
Like my woman like my
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform)
The doctor makes you well real quick
If by chance you're feeling sick
She works and works the whole day long
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
Make it rain
Make it rain
Bring down the sky on me
Make it rain
By the shore
By the shore
This is what we do love
This is war
Just a little while
know?
Yeah like that
Some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggas think
And help you check a fat-ass bank,
So
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
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
Change his diapers, clean his ears, now you deep off in my eyes
I try to let it go but I got hatred up inside
Keep moving in slow mo' like the Matrix in
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
someone fucking jizzed on the lid
It's a little bit of Joe pubic hair in his shit
Shit fard, fucking barred by the plunger
Fucking fard like it's thunder
on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round
less unit's (c'mon)
Can't stop won't stop rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down joe Budden, Busta
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
and nigga we made it
T roll that killer weed up in the Swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we
Should tone it down with the clean version
Dirty but in public you're like teen virgin
I like it make me realize my vices
Enticin', flower bombin' all
tuddie blap
It make her booty fat
You know I'm slapping it differently
Jump in that wraith
In throw bentley bs
Call me young shiggdy
I got the remedy
Two
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz
and nigga we made it
T roll that killer, weed up in the Swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we
we're I use to sell my crack at!
(All day)
Fat Joe! Make em lean back?
(Haha)
Maserati matching wit the rims all jet black!
(Scurrr)
Maserati matching
Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to pump
Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun
Don't make
Toys on the floor
Books by the door
Time to pick them up
Let's clean some more
Tidy up Tidy up
Make it all shine
Tidy up Tidy up
We'll do just fine
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz
B
Joe been crack way before my philosophy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy
It's our reality, you call it
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