Lyrics:
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
our blood
Uh, new heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh, you beastin'
Move fat packs, Jack Gleason
The honeymoon's
here, over here
Over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
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
flow
To bring in some plaques so
Sit back and pack cones
Picture myself in a black ghost
Bumpin' Fat Joe
"Y'all wanna live my lifestyle"
I be places that
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard
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'
your first song is Apollo domain
I just barbecued your ass with propane
Congratulations on your new fake hip hop career
Took my name and replaced 3 with
Nah she fat
You the shit?
Nah you crap
Boy you couldn't be jiggy if it stabbed you in the back
Yeah it's facts
Boy don't rap stick to trap cause you
a fat one
She throwing it back on a mad one
Making it clap like I won an award
Congratulations
But now that I'm done I'm ghosting
Music played in
Bitch i aint got no feelings
No i aint got no feelings
Lil Mack
Since i was 13, i been chasing my dream
Fat than a bitch, but a nigga stayed clean
I
shooting guard number ten
And I'm all about wins throw up W's
I can see that ass fat bouncing on the sunroof
Do what you gotta do baby I don't blame you
fat
Wanna be a viking? You gotta be taller
Stop selling your weapons
You're makin' omnics stronger
Then you got lazy when
You stopped making armor
But
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
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
be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back"
Then I said
If you wanna go hard tonight
Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah
Slip into
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
Hold up lil mama
Let me spit some game
Yea i seen you round da way
Joe Kent's da name
You need to get an education
Get yo life in order
You in school
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