Lyrics:
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
damn like we on a track
Hit em with the fat joe damn I leaned back
The hottest in my city youngboul taking flight
Fuck a 9 to 5 bitch I need a mic
I’m
Dutch's
Music be burning I call it ember
Know that Bigg Macc got them fat hoes on lock (Fat Hoe)
Trynna make a stack while I do the dishes and mop (On God)
I got 24 ounces of Aroma Joe's and
I'm back up on my game
I just toured the states for like 40 dates
And I just touched back in Maine
I sold more
Pocket fat, getting full more
Hoe in a tie, Hoe and a liar
Son do conspire
Billion of dollar from Mao China
Funny, you don't speak that loud now
Is you
Written by Jean Frankfurter (Music)
And John Moering (Lyrics)
I was four and you were five
You said to me "You will be my wife"
Remember ?
What did
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
ghost writers in these comic books
Ain't no co signers I'm a joke kinda cause I don't try to be a dope writer
That forget the message like I'm Joe Biden
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don
Dave Alvin/Chris Gaffney
(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI/Calhoun Street Music/Ensaga Songs, BMI, Administered by Bug Music)
Johnny gave Joe his first
[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
see the bottom
I'm like Fat Joe cause I'm all the way up
Well you whack though, and that's facts though
Well you all the way suck
Get your arteries cut,
the D and the 4
Birthplace of the rhyme, punchline, and metaphor
Home of nameless as well as the famous
You'll find a Kool Herc, Fat Joe, and a Larry
us, we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be Joe
Tell me, where in the world did
"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
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
the handle I use
Oh, what fun to see the whole country with my man
I'm by his side on almost every trip
I sing a bluesy song, Joe loves to sing along
So
individual
Who be on the mic like HQ crystal
coming soon to pay per view in HD pixel
It's Ollie Mitchells, live with Joe Jitzu
Diamonds by the wistful,
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
my last song of the evening
Hope you guys had a good time
You know I do it for you
We gon rock like this
I am so open
Smoking to Joe Rogan
And I
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