Lyrics:
of fat chicks
Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you
Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what up to
The Cobra's, X-men, and Counts, and everybody with clown luv
Even
Pocket fat, getting full more
Hoe in a tie, Hoe and a liar
Son do conspire
Billion of dollar from Mao China
Funny, you don't speak that loud now
Is you
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
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
Yeah, bitch, woah (jebi se)
Yoeshmo (jebi se, jebi se)
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew (beep)
Motherfucker, fuck you talking bout (ski)
I'm Croatian by
no mind to their games
Staying aware of what's around you
Lord knows that you might wanna lay Joe
Lay low with your mojo, Joe
Hold onto yourself
Spit facts like my teeth leak venom
These rats we eat like dinner
Lean back, lean back, fat joe when I'm whipping
Eyes open looking right at the mirror
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
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
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
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
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
someone fucking jizzed on the lid
It's a little bit of Joe pubic hair in his shit
Shit fard, fucking barred by the plunger
Fucking fard like it's thunder
Yo, Yo What's good it's ya boy Joe Crack the Don
Aka Fat Joe, Aka We the business
Check this out, This is brand new, Top Floor
(That Nigga Jo' Goin'
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
25/8 I a never let the bag go
Just beccuz u flexxxin on the Gram don't make you bad h**
Choppas make a n**** lean back Like he fat joe
Never had
what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Is it love, or just could it be, that you're used to me?
(She used to you nigga!)
It's been some time but you're still
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
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
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,
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
To Get Some
More Weed And Stay Fly
Just Another Way To Get By
Too Much Drugs Got To Get High
That's What I Do Don't Ask Why
Queen Kush
Og
Ak
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