Lyrics:
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,
with the pot belly, Rob Kelley, woah
You think that the diss at your king
Is the wise thing to do while I'm feeding you?
I'ma keep calling you fat
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,
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
friends love Curly and Moe
We love Curly's brother Shemp and his fat clone Joe
It's such a delight to boogie and hustle
Dancing all night doing the Curly
got the questions.
Twitchin & fussin, we learn the lessons.
Backed by fury, peace, & lust.
Farther than that, I cannot trust.
But if simplicity fails
make me just ask
You'll get it, this minute If you don't get me that cash
Brave souls, turn to wise fools someone should advise you
It ain't a game,
[Fat Joe]
Should I leave, should I go, should I break apart
My mama said you would break my heart
I can't believe you were sleazing, you're a slut,
It's pure Dopium, give 'em a heart attack
I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts
Joe Namath in the game, I'm the quarterback
Eight balls
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
the door/looking at the same things with different eyes /I recognized by how she said hi she had been compromised/love is love always /you transgressing don't negate
Joe crawl back, for real
Nowadays they all the same
Enhanced body parts, smaller brains
They don't get a hi in fact
Mums the word, baby girl, it's
the backseat of a dream
Cause sooner or later he'll find out
She's been riding with the King
And wanna know Who
Who
Who Da Baby Daddy
Well she told Joe
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
hash pump a gonna led.
© 1993 WB Music Corp./Green Lantern Music/Prison Bride Music (ASCAP)
NIGHT GOAT:
She was my way da bed and i could run my
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
Aight, fuck that shit
Word, word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' do a lil' something like this
You know what I'm sayin'?
The porno teaser
Saying words like sheeba
Educated rapper fouling the teaser
My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab
Cameras in nine bedrooms we
sands
Close by the southernmost waves
Where sweet Betsy Wright
Cries tears every night
Onto his southernmost grave.
And on his tombstone say the words
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
'Lene Fischer, yeah
Marathon, Digga, Marathon, yeah
Ihr chillt nur und seht was ihr habt davon, yeah
Lean back, Digga, lean back, yeah
Fat Joe
bank
Laughn to the bank
Word to the wise
Ima show em where we rank
We in it for the prize mec make em think
Im on my money s*** smilen
Like its nice
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