Lyrics:
I'm the God of autotune and you niggas just a hoe
Yeah average Joe
I said it once and I'll say it twice
Nigga I'm not nice
Fuck fat niggas
Fuck fat
shit is mad hot)
Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me
Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci
God bless me
Know what I'm
and
Once you splurged on mike js jones's nigga's couldn't keep
Up with i laid back on my fat joe shit that's what I call
More joe shit if I was to drop
you know what
There's nothing smart about you Joe
47 years
You've done nothing
And if you would have had
Let me just tell you something Joe
If you would
one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What
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
likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
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
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
I'm on that 16 fat joe ain't nothing can stop
I'm all the way up, but I ain't high nah I don't trip
Miss may with NDAs I got loose lips
I'm way
to give
White hancock, throw you cross the Blacktop
You done made a bad choice
Like all these fuckin fat cops
Wanna donut?
I know its low but, so what
Its
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
Everybody wanna act up, pull up
But you’re silent when that black truck pull up
Wolf is in the building
Now the sheep pull their wool up
Luvs huggy
the Bronx the home of fat Joe
We move o's in the x nigga tic tac toe
Got some nigga's in high bridge all about the dough
But my wash ave nigga's they mac
the public
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Gotta love it (You gotta love it) Young!
Desert Storm - it's the Roc! It's what we do, beotch!
(Fat shout, whole
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
on a platta
That's why your dame was open once I threw these lyrics at her
Say what? The rhyme data ???
Smokin wack MC's so bad I'm at the ground
Some work at Wimpy
Gotta crush, hot and heavy on an MC
And like Fat Joe, jealous ones envy
Pacewon, you want to be like me
Carhartt cap on, new pair
Everybody wanna act up, pull up
But you're silent when that black truck pull up
Wolf is in the building
Now the sheep pull their wool up
Luvs huggy
nothing from me
Pockets so fat
And I'm just balling by lonely
I'm neva gone fall
Cause I remember when I was dusty
All I smoke is dem leafs
I can't let
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be living in luxury what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy in
I gotta be like this
The way this country works
It wants you killed just to get rich
So I do what I gotta
Hey, you with a lot of
Them jewels
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
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