Lyrics:
See the big booty of the monster man
We all got to have it
The tutti and the Frutti
Blessed by booty's of every size
The prize fight winner of your
shitted
And got mad niggas with it (mh)
Joe Sinistr follows
So y'all get my dick, until tomorrow
It's the second payback, payback part two
Yeah,
G-Unit Staturdays!
Go cop +TOS+ and "Blood In The Sand"
Game and you know what go cop!
50x50 book too! Man know what I'm 'bout that
Ha! DJ Whoo Kid!
Fat
It feel like its gonna be a cold winter
My stomach growling i aint have no dinner
I aint got no heat so i start to shiver
Man im so tired of this
man
I fucks with Joe like I’m G.I. Man
I’m not Nelly this ain’t E.I
Somebody’s gotta die I’m on my B.I. Man!
I’m a city boy
I’m the king In my city boy
homeward-bound
Can't you hear them hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
Nesquik with my nigga Fat Nick lil Pou
Came through bout to fuck on your bitch
Nasty lil bitch nasty lil hoe
Nose full of blow and you ain't even know it
trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you
fatalnie
Jego ręce drżały jego oczy były przekrwione
I nawet jak na czarnego był bardzo blady
I was down in old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
Like it when my shorty has a fat butt (Fat butt)
She really like it when she feel it in her guts (In her guts)
Ima king nigga, just like king tut
through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace, nigga don't hate
Fuck all you fat fuckers leanin' up against my paint
Ice Cube, I still low
on your knees
Take it all off, don't tease
I guess you could say
I'm kinky!
The King of Keys on some skis
'Bout to freeze your armies
Hopefully, my babies
Problems Everyday
Put Racks Up In My Safe
That Revolver By My Waist
Ski Mask Up On My Face
Ask Papi where the Yay
That Re-Up on the way
Tell Papi where
don't need it anymore
Seattle not close to any other cities its too far north
Lookin outside its lookin like a downpour
Man lives on my street smoking
deh ya give her the booty by by
What them a do, what them a try, can't frighten I
Shags man deh ya give her the booty by by
Watch it
Fat and she
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
[Fat Joe]
Should I leave, should I go, should I break apart
My mama said you would break my heart
I can't believe you were sleazing, you're a slut,
and lambs
You can't imagine the recital
My tiny violins planned
I'll be the opus like a needle
Through the eyelids of man
And prop the bodies on the
Beaches
a fat man
Said that she in love wait what is that man
Tell me some new tell me what you know
Ice cold yeah my heart like snow
Yeah she cute but I heard
Fucked around and told my plan to the man
Sitting next to the god damn men
How was I to know son
That the nigg' blow with one and told the 4-1-1
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
Now Beautiful Joe, he lay down in the snow in his old coat and hat
in his old hat and coat
The coat had been eaten by moths
The coat had been eaten
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five
fact the track's fat
Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
Disrespect and don't know how to act
You better come correct or I'ma have to bust
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