Lyrics:
you're Dick Butkus
One-half science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got
mama's rec room
Bass bangin, breakin all the dishes in the next room
Spittin flames to let the world know my name
Till my neighbors complained and kicked
downstairs in my mama's rec room
Bass bangin, breakin all the dishes in the next room
Spittin flames to let the world know my name
Till my neighbors complained
the guap, got the cheese, got the gouda (yeah)
My wallet fat, this shit stick out like Buddha (fat)
My dick too deep in her throat she a puker (ah)
Fucking
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
Up by ten can't fuck with me
I'm the flyest I can be
I'm the highest in the room the only one that I can see
My wrist on my shine
My bitch on fine
I'm
Yah Yah, big big talk, your boy Fat Joe
Chllin’n with LyrikCool, this joint called LyricisEM
Florida, stand up!
(Hook)
Will’n, you hope that I write
think you're Rocky, but you're Fat Joe
Scaramouche, do the Mitch fantango
I'm your motherfuckin' hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est
Raise
bus in the parking lot
In a panic, the Reverend Dr. White
Called up an ex-member that hadn't lived right
He owned Joe's Beer Joint right across
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,
Hey man
It's- it's our last song man
It's gonna be real good man
I'm so excited
Yeah man
I'm just kidding
SHUT UP!
I'm sorry
Last with the fat
cannot let go
I shop at Barney's you shop on letgo
I'm in Dubai smoking gas like Esco
Choppa gone make em lean back like fat joe
I popped him he shitted
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
a regular Joe
Last album of the year gotta kill it
Making dead presidents just so I can bill it
If I treat it like the streets, bag it up imma deal it
Then
Why you mad? why you mad bro?
Lean back nigga fat joe
You know I’m just tryna get the bag yo
We like lol to the bank though
True talk (Yeah)
Look
by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel,
blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he knew
Did you think I would leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for two
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,
Just me and you girl
Mars
Baby you're the one
Oh
Let it rock, yeah yeah
She leave her hair in the sink
She leave her hair on the floor
Her
night I was up at Farmers, politician wit some bloods
They told me "yo L, in the streets you ain't getting no Love
And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas
like Fat Joe
Catch feelings, that’s a no no
Fuck her friend, that’s a low blow
Put a pause on my morals
Take a shot, blow smoke
Head spinning like yo-yos
like Fat Joe make me lean back
Lean back
He walked in the room, and everybody rose
Lopped off bucket chilling underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what
call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
Wearin' leather and better (What's your name?) DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer,
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