Lyrics:
ass
No room for innovation in a new generation
Hearts racing in the basement of your mom and pop's estate
It's heinous, vagrants collect and coalesce
To be number one in Gavin, CMJ, Impact and BRE
Then have to beg a promoter to open up for Run-D.M.C.
Nah, I don't think so, my shit's fat too, so is his
Reindeers dancing in the wind
I'm nodding off to sleep
But I feel a gentle tap
And hanging by the door
I see that red and white cap
Looks like he's back
every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that
Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?
You think
think it's funny?
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now make room for the money (move)
If you don't make room, I'll beat a nigga past painful
Make a fool
the Boom with the claps 94
Watch me shake the room through the mother fucking floor
94 basses in the spot give me more
Party in the back to the front nigga
You know I like being surrounded by such voluptuosity,
Such pulchritude, to be mothered and smothered,
Basted in sweet sumptuousness.
Let
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
Know what I'm sayin'
Lights off, lights goin', know what I'm sayin'?
Uh
So soulful, don't you agree?
I do, yeah
Is it a room full of, full
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
Saying my oh my
Saying my oh my
In the club imma need a mai tai
Haters got my name in the lime light
Saying my oh my
All flex when he see me fly by
now did you catch a victim? Hell no
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain
and alone now it's fap time
I drip like a tap leak she wet like I baptized
I need cake like fat guys
Drank like frat guys
A lil Drake in the mix to help boost
just might
Be your last
Life's a movie and I seen the cast
I like boobies but I really am a feen for ass
Like fat Joe by the way you see me leaning back
in a room
I'm a gangsta, you are just a goon....Boom!
I'm like that! You can tell by the way I walk
You can tell by the way I talk
I'm above these
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
everything
Rap from the heart it's a tidal wave
Rapped from the start in my room for the art
Yeah that's how it starts
No it can't be taught
Motherfucker I
Rodney King might stay afloat
Coast, dead gone off the shroom pack
Joints stay fat, like Joe
Have a squad terror at your door
Pour shit, head in the dead
the Midi gold frame
Crime in the city but the city won't say
Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
I'm a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
I'm
Loving in slow-mo
Forced to take it day by day
Lord knows that you might wanna kick back Jack
Kick back with your fat stack, Jack
Hold onto yourself
funky ass shit from the dangerous crew
Debbie D came through, with FM Blue
Shorty be rolled up smokin' fat ones
Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room
flexxxin in the Gram don't make you bad hoe
Choppas make a n**** lean back like he fat joe
Never had to push keys N**** That's piano
I just pull
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
Crazy)
LA stand up
MaccMall let's get to it
Fat Joe
If you fuckin' with the Macc, let me know
I Blew 20 in a Day, bitch this money on the floor
I Just
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