Lyrics:
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
niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this
[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
]
A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)
Fat Joe (HOE) it's time to get the dough!
Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)
Fat Joe (HOE) it's time
twisted once we
Droppin - get it poppin!
That's why it's "The Weatherman"
Highly addictive, live in ya area
Still remain the clearest on your stereo
It's
Born by the river I was shaking that ass
Bend it over poppin' pussy I was making that cash
Born by the river I was shaking that ass
Bend it over
hood nigga
What's really gangsta nigga
What up what's poppin man
Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man
Let these niggaz do 88
[Fat Joe]
(yeah uh what uh yo
to make a chick
Up in the hot tub, poppin' bubbly
Rubbin' your spot, love, got you screamin', "Punish me"
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
[Chorus] + [Interlude]
[Fat Joe]
Pussies loose these
the little wasteman
Didn't clock it?
Shut up! Movement DVD! Don't get it twisted
Representer bRAP!
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch, big up Ghetts
Dun know
(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
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
Can I get this?
Now DJ Run I run amuck and run to hit this
"Hit it Run!" My name is Joe I need hoe
Can I get a witness (Hoe!)
And when I come
a video wit R.Kelly but No Homo though,
Really didn't wanna do it but i fuck wit T, S, and Fat Joe Joe though,
I am a robot and this robot is on overload,
heat
If Def Jam, they gonna flop him
And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it poppin'
Back to the forest trees for deep, these
gettin' fatter
Call me Fat Joe, lean back with the pattern
I'm like hey, uh, I know it's okay ('kay)
Sweet like Baby Ray's (Ray's)
Put it to your face
aw
You think your a tough guy right (tough guy)
Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe
Aw, sorry, sorry, hold up, hold
hand, got it out the mud
Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
Then they gossip with their partners in private, I've seen it done
Fat boy you
musical component
It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that so?
You remember me from, "You know ya got to Flow"
One time for your mind off the top of a dome
poppin; water hittin' Crisco
In the spot, I ain't scared to blow a bankroll
I just made my first milly sellin' straight dope
I heard Fat Joe snitchin', I
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
first
But dwellin' on it only makes the night worse
Now I'm poppin' Vics, Percs and Methadone pills
"Yeah, Em, tight verse, you killed it"
Fuckin'
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