Lyrics:
nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard
the meat, she gotta go (yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
Choppa make 'em lean back like Fat Joe (lean back)
Get you wacked, nigga, that's what
It's fuckin' Joe Trill and HilfigEric
We'll take a n**** bitch and we ain't into sharing
My ears are aquatic
My wrist is aquatic
Bad bitch with
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh, woo
to goddamned Joe
For cleaning the bus, we cussed, caps were bust
On us, Joe should have adjust to the goddamn musk
We were the Christmas and Joe Damn was merry
up your raps, and join the Dangerous Crew
We got mo' beats than the average joe
And a 24-track studio
So forget what you heard, and we'll see it's
Joe
I took her to my house and we did it on the flo'
The girl got freaky let me tell you mo'
She was down on her knees, beggin' to blow
She's
mad,
and I'm staring at their butt cheeks
When a bitch let's everyone hit in the butt
She's always coming back with a fat gut
She's showing pictures,
your ears, listen
Got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin'
Bringin' on beats, keep you movin' till your neck snaps
Got the greenbacks like
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
at Sloppy Joe's
The drinks were standin' tall
With Buffett on the jukebox
And Hemingway on the wall.
Then up spoke Sam the Shrimper:
He said, "I've been
Rank one I ain't ever been two
Real nigga I could never be you
I Got that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
Don't forget your fourty
And we gonna do it like this
I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go
masturbate
Pass the cake, a Big Mac
Large fry, two four-piece nuggets
And a fuckin' massive shake
I eat it all faster than a fat kid's plate
Then I'll need
thirty feet the fat lace
10 for the rafters
Cut the other 20 in the 4 or 5 after
'Til each one on checkerboard J & J classics
Pose when he go to kick
His
Republicans changed the lock on heaven's door
Keys to the kingdom don't fill no more
The poor working man like me and you
If we ain't got money we
a big dick
Yah Yah
She ain't fat she thick thick got the side boob showing with the nip slip
Lizzo
Look dig this I'm a dick it big booty on my lap I'm
on the planet
Had a body hotter than a habanjero
She had lips like a ripe pomegranate
And I was crazy like Manson about her
She got me all choked up like Mama
the pot
Fat shit hit him all over his butt
Uh, uh, yeah
Free Eagle
Real deal one, got his stuff in the sheet
Got sticks on his brother if he want it from
me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian
Let me know what you need, we got dope by the pound
This nigga got crossed and lost and found
Bitch, I got the sauce, better pray you don't drown
a-a-ass up, face down
(Mera, dime, Fat Joe, lo' intocable' ¿oíste, cabrón?)
Yes, ass up, face down
(Papi, tú me dice', qué el que fantasmee en Nueva York
flow
To bring in some plaques so
Sit back and pack cones
Picture myself in a black ghost
Bumpin' Fat Joe
"Y'all wanna live my lifestyle"
I be places that
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