Lyrics:
fat cuz
Mmm long live fat cuz
That shit broke my heart man that shit really fucked me up
This ain't just no rap this from the heart man this shit is
my grandfather's fedora and some cheap brut
And went up the street to Joe's with my loot
We met up with some cats we knew from the day
We took
I'm tired of these suckas cuz they don't know how to act nigga I'm the Man Please back up it's Fat K
I walk around hold my nuts cuz I'm so cool yeah
runnin' around so fast
My body never gained to weight
That pissed off all my Momma's friends
And made my big-boned sister irate
But now I'm a man
be a witness
fled out the door with the money in my left hand
still in my right hand running like a wild man
ran to the hide-a-way knowing
and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was
know
I was fucking her with my Billy club
I was out the next day I called her on the phone
She said "Hello Joe"
I said "Bitch fuck on I'm a free man now,
the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind
In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from
maneuvers on my camp, yeah
[Sonny Cheeba]
I don't understand, what the fuck is up, where my man
Eat a bowl of hot cock, now sonny cheeba volume one
Catch
you niggaz for less
I got madd coke
Repeat chorus
(Fat Joe:)
Yeah, it's for all
My hustlin' niggaz
All my liquid dime niggaz
All my niggaz
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggaz
All my liquid dime niggaz
All my niggaz flippin bricks out there, yeah
All my niggaz in the Columbia
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
and some big ass breasts
Her name is Tina, my name's Pooh
Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I thought you knew
Straight to the tail, dick hard as a rock
tales
Yard man ting, Popcaan and dem
Bare rap cap, track-track, they're gems
Autos, two liters and kwengs (two-twos)
Broski my Ski-Ski, no friends (no
to this song, you're taking the shit too serious, It's hip hop man, its fucking fun.
I love eatin cereal when I'm watchin my cartoons,
I love Fruity
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
the box until the money fill it (money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it (make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush
like quick
Let's ditch Spank before he knows
I'm on my own in Tijuana, Mexico
Getting shanked by locals, trying to bum some marijuana and some coke
Hope
flowers with the lead
Nasty fucking Joe
I ain't gown shower till I'm dead
On my planet
Making planet
I ain't even plan it
On my planet
Making planet
I ain't
The mufucking man
By the label
The mufucking man
By description
Stand on top
With my dick in my hand Being the man
Yeah I'm the man
The motherfuking man
I
of jewelry
Over the wall... don't fall
Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call
Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson
So... is there any more questions?
gebeld, they feinin'
Cali is high, maakt je echt hoog
Fat Joe, Rock a way, leanin'
Jij kent me niet, maar bent all up in mijn business
Like a police,
of the man
Sands in the plans
I'm at home
On my own
Gone and flown
A home's a home
Ren the Hoak
Another bloke
Soaked and soaked
By the joke
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