Lyrics:
in the east Bay
Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in a U-Haul truck finna ship that yay'
Tell the hoes that I got that pack
Fat dope but I got that
the Bentley and I give they ass the business
I'm servin' by myself cuz I don't need no co-defendant
Hand countin the money lost count at 560
Cartel wanna
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
Lately I been drinking 40 oz in my cup
I don't give a fuck hope I’m never wakin up
She say wanna murder me
Prolly cuz she love me and she hate the way she
You'll think I'm from Mexico
Fill up and go think my service with Texico
These niggas Cheddar Bob's
These niggas Plexico
Homie said niggas pussy
So I mine
my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob
the tub
I got the spikes at the bottom of your feet
The pairs between your toes start to cut your ass cheek
When I'm in the boxing ring
I bob and weave
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
the stars go
Write your name on the fogged up window
Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that
And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight
of pussy shit and
Me I'm just the remedy
'03 get rich, nigga, you remember me?
Shorty rock her hips she get
To looking like an entree
Bad bitch, fat ass,
or the nigga gay
These niggas know I go retarded, smokin' on that Bob Marley
Faggot nigga, he a Barbie , rob a nigga, kill him, shortly
Where I'm from, it's
the handle forty eight forever hit the block
I feel like Rambo
Yeah I’m still trapping in the f*cking bando
Load up with the ammo
Hit the spot and scramble
a nigga in his chest and make that nigga beatbox
I'm high your not nigga you a fucking bot
I heard you fucked a fat bitch and that hoe had blood clots
Bitch
English teacher saying
Now I'm going to read a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
And all the way through the only thing I could ponder
As his silver tongue
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Shoot a nigga in his chest and make that nigga beatbox
Im high your not nigga you a fucking bot
I heard you fucked a fat bitch and that hoe had blood
sticking around I'm just stopping by
Unless you gonna shop unless you gonna buy
First I swing my door yeah
Drop my four yeah
Used to pray five times a day
and Jasmin
A young Angelina and Brad Pitt
If you’re a cake than I'm the motherfuckin' fat kid
And I don’t care if I ever get famous
Cause just by lookin
Ha, peek-a-boo, bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I'm
Hello? Yeah, I just walked in
Yeah, I'm good, you still working?
Tonight, right now? Did I go out?
Yeah, I went out, I went
I went to a couple
or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley your scheming don't affect me
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm
feelin' so invincible
Now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams
Like I'm Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey
Actin' like I'm great, but I'm
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