Lyrics:
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
finally set free
By the realization, all I gotta do is be me, be me
Uh, anime-lovin', video game-playin'
Put that shit in my raps, people like, "What
Pocket fat, getting full more
Hoe in a tie, Hoe and a liar
Son do conspire
Billion of dollar from Mao China
Funny, you don't speak that loud now
Is you
pela khoeli so I ain't weak I mean
Ke naleli I'M A STAR! Keng ekare ha le utloisise
Verse tsaka li Fat Joe! ekare body ya Stogie T
Ke morena wa mahipi
stories
Just like your picture which appears online
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
Your picture that's in your telephone
Or in some family album
Obviously,
hoe or Fat Joe prick
You know I roll with them guards
We take niggas off the streets
And give 'em jobs
And most rappers play hard
Until they take
back like Remy 'n Joe's song
And Jin came in cocky, but look at his face now
I got him breathin' heavy like when Eminem was fuckin' in 8 Mile
I love
bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the FAT, to the, JOE
Drink Cris' with
Okay okay
Jeg er så afhængig man
Og jeg er lige en anden
Hahaaaa
C.10 shopper, danskvand popper
Jeg blir rig, når album dropper
Sælger stoffer,
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
[Jewel]
I walk around the room
It's funny how these silly things remind me of you
And I have this hole in my chest
But I guess you know me good
Mountain Landis
Kenesaw said drop that glove
Or I swear by God above
I'll make you regret playing baseball
And Shoeless Joe looked up and saw
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we
In a Two Live Tribe on a Quest
Boo-Yah straight to his chest
If they test we'll Xzibit work
Rodney O is Joe Coolio than Moe Dee G Rap and Herc
We
One]
I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest
is invested in, testin men like lab specimens
My daily regiment of elemental babble
got me singing this song
Love the way you turn me on
(Fat Joe)
Yo, push your seat back, ma feel who you rolling wit
Relax, and let Crack take
Gotta a bottle of wine in the old band room
Your guitar playing on a brand new tune
Breaking hearts of all the pretty girls you knew
Hey Joe
Right up
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
singing from rooms throughout the studio. I knew that this was different. When I arrived at the studio, there were a few people there. And one woman in
lead by example in my sound-proof room
and the comp gets trampled on my wack-proof stage
and my answers be ample in the packed classroom
'cause my
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
or fightin or anythin
[R] Check the album
[I] Well let me ask you a question
How you gonna handle fame and fortune as a rapper?
[Rampage]
I'm sittin in
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
remember
When we were two little boys
Do you think I would leave you dying
There's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon by flying
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