Lyrics:
by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting
Yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Scanning the scene
In the city tonight
We are looking for you
Joe
Gucci
It just hit me
I'm kinda tipsy
But it ain't the drink inside this glass
That's got this room spinning way too fast
Words are
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
[Verse 3]
Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
Comparison
This shit here more embarrassin'
So I'ma use
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
Oh God!
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith
Break da bank on kicks cos I'm dat dope
I just lick my kicks like I'm Fat Joe (Fat Joe)
Killin’ em in my kicks (Kicks)
Killin’ em in my kicks (Kicks)
I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe
(By the flowers in the muddy waters)
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(It's almost regal the way I go,
By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s
It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road
both kids got 302'd
Was waiting for my mom up in his room
Had this feeling in my gut like the world was doomed
A black poster with a red S hung over his
depression just stepped in and took over shit
like its known to do
I guess its that
Hey Joe I'm going home with you
Turn your phone off
I need to be alone with
19, just a fool with decadence
Young man, but I'm making these payments
Shade Room, I be tellin' 'em Wayment
Ichor gon' stay trapped in these
you
Ligma balls nigga ligma dolls
Now this bitch wanna see possessed dolls
All up in my room
But I'm dressed in red but I'm blessed by the Christ nigga
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
ouu
Vibes in the room
Baby girl where are you going where your man at
When you doing what you doing gotta stand back
Hope you in here by yourselves you
the homie cuttin'
Records like a villain
So buy the album cause we're
Gonna make a killin' and I'ma carry a nation
Fade in to Perfection gets a standing
made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks
Room service deliver
What I sent for
Lost in the cell
With my ship going down
Put that message in a bottle
Hope it reach you
Long days
Hard times they
Uh
What?
Fat Joe
BX, nigga
Y'all don't know?
Ayo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Yo, it's
go
Rump shaker put him in a coma call him sleepy joe
Yeeeee that's how I roll
Yeeeee that's how I go
Gotta keep a glizzy on me just incase I lose
for them today
Cuz once class ends
I'll be camping out by my locker
At the end of the F wing
Patiently Waiting to shoot every Kid
In the head
As soon
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