Lyrics:
and healthy son
Oh no I'm not the one
My name Joe
Came the man from immigration
Said I've got a job to do
Easy questions easy answers
Just point me
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
She got a big fat...
No need to be ill come all out my face
But the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good
my fists connect, they causin major injuries
What you know Junior? You not evil
[Fat Joe]
Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I
major arteries
When my fists connect, they causin major injuries
What you know Junior? You not evil
[Fat Joe]
Uhh, the South Bronx is
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
by Snoop Dogg and Niggaracci
Yeah that's right y'all
A little som' for the ladies
1874 FM on your dial, The Big Squeeze
Brought to you by my main man
yeah, yeah, yeah
Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski
Cruisin' in the Lamb' truck, I'm smokin' on Runtz
Three-hundred dollar, man, just for the fun
of the tri borough
So what we gonna do right here son
Aiyyo matter fact son I'm tired of these niggaz man!
Word up!
[Fat Joe]
Hey yo
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
a run it back
While my diamonds doin' jumpin' jacks my pockets gettin' fat
I'm gettin' fat, obese, I won't stop man I just keep eatin'
Deer meat let's
better have my money (I stay feelin' myself)
I don't see anybody but me (man, I'm killin' myself)
And this shit too real (and this shit too real)
See
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
Yeah, now in ninety-three
Everybody knows the flav
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah
You know my style
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Da Fat Gangsta
I'm no joke,
They mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside, kids aight (Just Blaze!)
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what
why
He drips personality
My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe
You should watch him go,
Bopping in the band shine
With a bota bag of fried wine
This dream gon work still she flushed away by the way that i flipped it
Stack soon come fat like Griffin
Under pressure they crumble like biscuit
never left you, I kept my promise (what?)
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage
[Fat Joe]
Yo fuck movin mountains, I move planets and you
at me my heart went boom
Then everybody in the room at Smokey Joe's Cafe
They said "Man be careful that chick belongs to Smokey Joe"
Right behind
(Fat boy!)
I don't think man can handle the speed
I want my licence back like Ty Mitchell
They don't want me back on the scene
When you hear Eyez, that
grown, and I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!
[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe - Verse 3]
focus shit and getcha own shine, muhh'fucka
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where
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