this should be played at high volume
fat joe
this is this is this is
cook cool n dre
ain’t nobody seeing this right here we see nobody
hook
i know you came to party so oh get up on yo feet the god just stepped in town
yeah baby just trip that body come on down and sing along wit me come on
i know you’ve been searchin’ for someone who
satisfies you and gives you so much more
yo caution when my lip just twitch to one side
we don’t bitch we don’t snitch
we thick and just ride
and i never gave a fuck about popo
niggas so gangsta making songs bout my 44
my mymy fofo fofofofo
it gets worse kick my shit when i visit the church
i’m down wit td jakes and kirk franklin
better have my offerin’ plate filled wit’ franklins
blasphemy i got niggas that’ll blast for me
ribs touchin and they askin’ me crack nigga
show me where the safe bet i’ll lay ’em down with the mac
leave ’em face flat listen
you don’t wanna start no drama
we don’t scrap when there’s problems we just clap and revolve ’em
and get it coke let it go head it ___ sippin mo didn’t know better know now
hook
puff and pass in the hilton suite
crush and pass is the sick tape me
i’ll probably when i ask her didn’t know the dick ten feet
you’ll need a ladder just to sit on me
good god in the race screamin’ viva tito
wit’ don ‘kee maddison square arena people
i pull mammi to the side she feel me
yellin’ punta a gasolina
now how many bricks does it take to marble out a 6 room estate
follow me i’m from philly where they eat cheese steaks
in a red belly call a bitch v8 uh yeah
it’s joe creal forreal
and even warn the kids in school on coke deals crack
i’m back and that’s the seltzer
you should know how the shit gon’ go follow me
hook
that’s the sound of a man workin’ on a train
there he ain’t crack yeah
and we don’t see nobody
make your hair stand up like you’re growin up gotti
hit lyrics everytime we come out nigga
use a fist ‘fo’ it come out ya mouth
the way i’m stackin white these days
looking like a chick that go wit flava flav
and i’m so so real niggas wanna kill the don
front of my house probably wit my son in my arms
but i drop ’em like its hot
pass ’em the glock my little shorty’s a chip off the old block
go against coke let ’em and show
i give you 0 ways to kill off the whole block nigga
hook x
wooooooooooo
yeah that’s how a motherfucker go down
o’clock in the mornin’ mia nigga
missin’ in action down in miami nigga
bitch its crack
cool n dre realz
uh oh sound all fuckin shitty
Artist: Fat Joe
Year: 2005
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 300