Lyrics:
I woke up one day in Vacaville
Round the corner from the pen
Fat house on the hill
All the homies in the pen straight locked down
But I gotta get
town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy,
the city on the map map
Ya ya (hii) ya ya(hii)ya ya
#instrumental
Bikelyfe ya we reckless
Pulling out on them stretches
Wholeshot down street
Man that
needa
Get rid of this nigga
Man this nigga fuckin' pooh! You
Know just how we do
That's why y'all can't win and
That's really comin' from Snupe
See this
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
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
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,
It can't be
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrod's out the fo'
I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards
Lean back like Fat Joe
Put on ya back door
I'm working with a Mac Truck
Long like a flat bed
Rolling like a 18, I ain't got no feelings
Bet you can't
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,
by another chick
And ya confidence nobody touching it and you raw like we don't know what rubbers is
I can't help but brag but I'm still in love with
hearin' Jay-Z shout out that nigga Dame (it was)
Fat Joe vs. Ja Rule wasn't as special
They said Ja won but Joe was super disrespectful (he was)
Lets
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
you came prepared
Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Be-X, T.S
Ya heard me?
Youngn' Rest
Uh, yo, yo
Gear up,
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
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
counting blood money
That I rob from your man in the land of milk and honey
You can't do me none son when I smoke my Meth
I feel no pain, no death, so
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your
And Fat Joe got Remy, so you can't be the queen
Talk trash, ayo matta fact.. my man right here..
Came all the way from Compton, to see me put you to shame
a lover
Feel it in your liver fight a homeless man is operating on ya
Your mind's fucked smoking trees
Principal said you got your degree from Chat GPT
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
is the D
And scuff marks on ya knees
I got a game plan
To bring a message
To the black man
Come right and exact
So he can understand
You can count
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