Lyrics:
wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
'cause it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
Now mami, let's
to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it
With the boom boom tap, yeah alla dat
Huh, I'm livin fat, me fall
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
On śmieje się szyderczo jak Fat Joe
Najbardziej z tych co walczą z nim
Ja ciągle walczę ty i w walce ciągle gardzę nim
Zamykam drzwi i szukam lepszych dni
I fuck it
We make loving
Cabaña
Cabaña
Cabaña
Cabaña
I’m fiending
I touch it
I fuck it
We make loving
Produced by Unknown Instrumentals
Written
like Ceelo
But they always keep it on the D-Low
Tryna do it like Bugzy & Aitch
Cos soon we'll have it coming in by the Kilo
Yeah it was severe
Losing
areas and times in our life
But my time as a young boy growing up with my family, reinforced by vast wealth
Indulgence, and excessive comfort
The Bakunawa
sam wiesz
Trzech fajdżerów Fat Joe Lord Finez KRS One
Wszystko to złapałem sam
Mało CD dużo szumu czasy imprez i ów cudów
Lawcach nowi slow do
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
the true and certified who resided pimpin' back
Fat Joe is good coke and the crack in the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But I pack is the best
So when
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
watch me catch those
I’m bout to make it rain on these h**s like Wayne and Fat Joe
I swear to god she make it BOUNCE
The way she lookin make me wanna go
back shit
Don't skip the sweet
It's really the one you can tell by the hair
That's really the slang you can tell by the mask
Front line one way switches
ani kdyby vás bylo 5
Je nebojím se když vidím krev
Je nemám strach když slyším tvůj Řev
Byl jsem jak Joe FAT
Teď jsem zpět vidíš mě v okně
Báby kolem
(Chorus)
These woods we goin in'em deeper-
We got whisky and premo reefer-
Bond fire by the speakers-
Bettys everywhere gone and meet'em-
So
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
the certified
Scientific head
Fat Joe is cook coke
Jules is crack and the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But our pack is the best
So when you see the 8
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another
Okay, I think by now we've established
Everything is inherently worthless
And there's nothing in the Universe.
With any kind of objective purpose
about right'
Pulled out 5 cash, told him 'shine it up nice' (That's Right)
No, that's Cocaine White (That's Right)
Cocaine White
Fat Joe
This is
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
Get the crowd jumping when the bass go boom
Give no fucks when I jam to this tune
Butterfly wings yea I am whom
Surrounded by the spirits of my fam
breath with the red face
If you wanna a next date
I put the mental in the instrumental
G. Scott, I put the fun inside the fundamentals
Busy ballin with my
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