Lyrics:
start to skis
Saying please baby, please baby
(baby, baby, please)
Boys, don't beg (don't beg)
I walk away, still not hanging on to my leg
I tell him have
be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
Get the money and respect yeah I need that
Back when Joe was fat holla lean back
Smell the kush in the air where the weed at
The way you holla with
and Joe he was my man, the flower of my soul
Thou he never said he loved me, I just always seemed to know
While standing by the highway, thumbin' for
[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
Come one
(come one)
Come all
(come all)
And hear of the man working on your downfall
From head to toe
And to elbow
He's low joe
His name is low joe
arms, bustin' guns with them
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
Fat Joe]
You could neva eva, eva eva, eva eva get on my level
Smack the shit out the devil
It's the god crack fully armed strapped
Where the Bronx
knew it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told
Why you mad? why you mad bro?
Lean back nigga fat joe
You know I’m just tryna get the bag yo
We like lol to the bank though
True talk (Yeah)
Look
independent ladies, yeah, they make a lotta doe
So they get nothin' but love and respect from Fat Joe
I remember when I stepped in the game, yo
Army fatigue
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
my stories and Joe told his and
I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
He pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
Man that dashboard was lit
in love
But it’s time to fall in line
And Joe Biden, Joe Biden
Joe Biden’s gonna do just fine
The Russians don’t want you voting
In person or by mail
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
Wearin' leather and better (What's your name?) DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer,
realer, he just rappin
Sliden on a Ski, that's how my Drigga trappin (That's how my Drigga trappin)
Always on the run like Lenny Kravitz
I live by the law,
in body armor
2015 I trapped with the Sig Sauer
2020 I still trap with the Sig Sauer bitch
My Heart cold like A ski resort
Montclair Jacket on me
helped me cop my first GSX-are
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace
[Joe Mafia]
My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator
Quasar dart flamin', Mediterranian
Catastrophic with the block logic mafia cat
Maneuv'
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
started laughing and joking
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness
My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
If he
what Santa really put
Under my so-called tree but in reality
Looked like nothin but a decorated pole to me
Man, you talk about a tree it makes
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