Lyrics:
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
(everybody)
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get
(everybody)
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get krazy
Now jump up let's get
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
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
in the middle
Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, man
Just know them shits, they all G.I., man
Everybody got Rollies, that's two time frame
I
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
to get ready
You shooting yo shot
Make sure that it's steady
Killing everybody
This shit can get deadly
Three on my back
Shoutout to Webbie
Don't test me
Yeah, now in ninety-three
Everybody knows the flav
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah
You know my style
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Da Fat Gangsta
I'm no joke,
(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah,
mom sayin she's feelin me
Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ?
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree
Chorus: Fat Joe
yours
Get yours,winners never quit
Get yours,go for yours,we went for ours
For those sittin' back coolin',relaxed,gettin' fat
Waitin' for the right thing
on the bottom of a Chevrolet
Everybody and they mamma sell plenty hay
Need to ride with the weight scale
Propped up in the seat trying to get that
My (?)
to the Wonka of the feat
Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes
If we get fined by police
Don't worry, yo, I got the papes
Toxic is the talk that I tell
Yeah
The Fat Gangsta
Here comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public enemy rapper at large
and the wisdom, understanding of the lord
Is stored, if you're lured everybody grab your sword
If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
I'll die by
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
how bitches tense up
When Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while
We up in the club
But get intimidated when they see
Me sitting on dubs
I
Well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
A few years back tryin' to make me a buck
Like everybody else, well you know
Times get hard
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
Bitch ass nigga, I told you so
A nigga get mad, I fold his hoe
Big AKs like GI Joe
Niggas be fake like CGI
Most niggas bootleg like DVDs
They don't
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
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