Lyrics:
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
Everybody already know Toca be 'bout it
And me gettin' knocked out the box, kid, I doubt it
It's crowded, up in the club, so I'm ma rub
My pinga against
your spleen and chest
There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate
No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get
Joe Crack, yeah man
disguise
(Joe)
Been doing a lotta thinking need to get this off my chest
Too Phat breaking up might be for the best
Getting sick of cameras under tight
a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
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,
that's the jam"
Turn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin' you from every
that's the jam"
Turn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin' you from every
Won't You Slow Up Hold Up
Hit That Slow That's Dro Bra
Eyes Don't Get No Lower
I Told You Soon As My Bag Get Low I Get Some More
Bud's Ain't Fuckin Round
squad will get it popping in the woods and the hollers
Man hold up there aint a party till I'm in it
We gone turn up till everybody hit the ceiling
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
it to yoself
Keep it (shh), got it by myself (uh)
Lifting up my city nowadays like dumbells
Tryna see that shit in person, don't want thumbnails
I
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.
Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya
nights in the city)
Word up, don't be out here slippin
You might not get up
(Hardcore nights in the city)
Times is rough
And if it ain't rough it ain't
Everybody needs a go-to karaoke song
The one that makes you sing along
So take a sip of courage and just get up on that stage
Forget about your
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
more unless it's profits
Lord, why you keep boxing me in, 'cause I'm God's gift?
I might set my mic back up in the closet, though
Just to give myself
high
Idle in the aisles cause I spend all of my time in Trader joe’s
Gotta go to Trader Joe’s the old bank on Atlantic Ave
Get my shopping done for
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
the man alone or get your damn tissues
Cruising round the caf and everybody know
A seat at his table is the best place to go
Everyone knows that I’m an OG
ooh ah sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
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