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[Chorus]
[Jimi Hendrix] "Hey Joe, now where you goin with that Gun in yo' hand?" Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW! Yeah Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe I ran up in the crib and cleared the motherfuckin safe Got crates full of bass, got pills, got ones And everybody knows that, Joey got a gun I got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler A to the K with the motherfuckin muffler Heed when the God speak, when I squeeze my palm squeak Drop more shells on your block than Palm Beach Don't do it, don't do it, shit Joey don't do it I said fuck it I'ma push this shit back to the future Niggaz call me German so I hit 'em with the Ruger Bullets like Easy Pass, they run right through ya Got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya Stupid is what stupid does, now move it Coka I'ma prove it's over, you ain't got a chance And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance [Chorus] Yeah, uhh Joey got a gun, and everybody know That black kitted car stash box where it go Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold that Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat Got old guns for new niggaz, my throwback And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped Canons so big, bounce, they exit Play Superman, fuck around, get your S split 42 shots to the chest, where your vest went? No more passes for niggaz, no exceptions Got the goons with me and them niggaz kinda desperate Give a nigga a job like Tony, do reception Pounding, ran the chain on the man's border Taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder You can hear death in my voice, call it manslaughter Pistol whip the shit out this bitch, put my hands on her [Chorus] |
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(Fat Joe)
Shawty I beat it, anytime you need me To me your the most beautiful girl, easy Nothin' feels better then the love that you supplin' Can't make a better ticket that's me and weird science She love me even though I'm fat, I rance the track My pants are saggin', you see my crack Now thats Joey from da block, the only one I got Sing on the more or less you hold the number one spot Even when I'm down you make me feel on top It's like the car got the bow top house, got the yacht When I cheated you was loyal stood by my side That's why I went from three to one, like I made five (Akon) We all need one We all need somebody to hold us down We all need somebody to ride or die We all, we all need, we all need one Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you Put up with your shit and deal with you We all, we all need, we all need one (Fat Joe) One, not two or three Spend the rest of our lives what's it gonna be I remember when you first moved in with me And your moms and your pops didn't even wanna see I told you it'll be okay Put my life on the line on the grind hit the streets all day You've seen that, and the deeds with chase Hoppin' over them gates, I could see your face More reason to get away the set Get runnin', tucked my kids to sleep, tell 'em daddy's coming And I wanna get you outta them jacks Nothin' but the best baby girl and that's just outta respect (Akon) We all need one We all need somebody to hold us down We all need somebody to ride or die We all, we all need, we all need one Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you Put up with your shit and deal with you We all, we all need, we all need one (Joe) Ain't no shawty like the one I got Take the work from your crib all damn the spot I mean ya'll holla when she walked in the block But she only love me man you ain't gotta shot And there's nothing like the love we share Even when your gone baby girl its like your still right here One sun, one moon, your my one boo I could count on you, you always come through (Akon) We all need one We all need somebody to hold us down We all need somebody to ride or die We all, we all need, we all need one Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you Put up wit your shit and deal wit you We all, we all need, we all need one (Joe) One Everybody wish they got that ride or die That one and only seeing them all less You feel me, no paper, locked down She gonna hold you down, that's why we need that one |
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[Intro - Rico Love (Fat Joe)]
Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Cribs Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Chorus - Pleasure P (Fat Joe)] I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, 220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip, Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Because they know that I'm the shit, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Aloha, (Yeah!) because I'm so fly, [Verse 1 - Fat Joe] I'm supa dupa fly, you can call me Missy's boo, Pull up in the SLR, have all the mamis sick of you, All them college credits, you can throw them things away, You ain't gonna be needin' a job, you fuckin' with Jose! Heyy, hello, hello, aloha, I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot, they so not, Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame, See you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game, Coca be the name, party's up in Diddy's house, Pushed her through the door, set to show her what the city 'bout, Touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off, And just like Bernie, me and my baby made-off Hello! [Chorus - Pleasure P (Rico Love)] I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, 220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip, Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, (Aloha!) Because they know that I'm the shit, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Aloha, (It's Love!) because I'm so fly! (Turn the lights on!) [Verse 2 - Rico Love] Try to play me short, I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch, Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-Aid and them tater chips, Don't fuck with lames, 'cause they be on that hater shit, If you got a problem with me go ahead and say that shit! I'm scuba-divin' in Jamaica trick, Put the mic down, I'm on that Anita Baker shit! Or you could find me on the charts, Or up in St. Barts racing European cars, Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby mama Roll, And she my baby mama 'cause them other bitches flaw! Ohhh, I'm what them other bitches call, A muthafuckin' pimp, it's pimpin' when I'm involved, Hello! [Chorus - Pleasure P] I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, 220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip, Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Because they know that I'm the shit, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Aloha, because I'm so fly! [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] Now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of Joe? Honestly, I'm runnin' out of ways to spend my dough, I'm burnin' down the stores, I'm such a shopaholic, Whatcha know it ain't trickin if you really got it! Louis scarfs, Louis frames, Louis Chucks, Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants, yeahhhhh! And you ain't got nothin' for us, Millions on the tourin' and the crib ain't got a mortgage, Yes I'm the rain man, must I remind you? Throw it in the air, watch her spread it like swine flu! Haha, they say Joey on some other shit, And if that bitch start actin' up, I go and grab my other bitch! [Chorus - Pleasure P] I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip, I'm super-duper fly, you know that I'm the shit, 220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip, Throw up a bunch of cash, make them bitches do the splits, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Because they know that I'm the shit, They say Hello, hello, hello, aloha, Aloha, because I'm so fly! |
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[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ho! Yeah Coca I can make you famous, ow! We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz! Yeah, yo, yo [Fat Joe] He thinks he's A, she thinks she's VA Singin in the mirror they think it's ea-sy Blue Lamborghini cause you heard Jeezy Yeah your +Block Is Hot+ but you're not Weezy First class flights, star for a night Be like Russell, have a model for a wife See Lorraine Schwartz, go and cop some ice Hey! Even if you're dumb, you'll still be bright Yeah, the red carpet, flashin lights Joan Rivers, shake face lookin extra tight Urbane leisure, lookin next and right And let me guess, man you probably havin sex tonight And you probably gon' give a rapper head tonight And when your dress come off he see the cellulite Then off you go, let the trumpets blow Spotlight is off ya it's the end of the show (y'know) [Chorus - sung] Everybody wants to be famous But the famous wants more to be left alone Cause no one really wants to go through these changes Paparazzi snappin pictures at your home Congratulations (woo) baby you're a star (You hear that baby? You're a star, hahaha) Congratulations - the world knows who you are (The world knows you, at least for today) [T.A.] Yo, yo I wanna be like Diddy, I wanna run my city A Billboard in Times Square, see that's me, yeah Best rap album what I'm shootin for every year Pick a place player my name is heavy there It's groupies everywhere and they all want me Even the young ones so I need ID Still ride hat low two-deep in a two-seat When I flow through don't ever try to confuse me I ain't tryin to be rude so excuse me Watch me two step in my brand new Louis' Bounce, bounce bounce on the track Every girl wanna know when T.A. comin back I'm famous, I made it, successful Now I'm less stressful, only eat the best food If you work hard enough your dreams'll come true A star could be me or a star could be you [Chorus] [Rico Love] Yeah Yo, too easy y'all, hahaha Yo, hahaha As we said I ain't a boss to not be lyin Now why you bitches labels got me drivin{?} Nigga I'm in orbit, ball a whole bunch You call that mortgage, I call that lunch And I'm so gorgeous, your wife might hunch And I ain't even gotta spike her punch Won't lose the end even if I lose a friend Pen the big hits, I don't even use a pen Hehe, I'm like Luther and them I cheese hard, now they wanna shoot through my grin ... but I got bulletproof cheeks Bust off on her like she got bulletproof sheets Ask B, rope for us Peep the fee, boats are plush And maybe I spoke too much But if you want to win you gotta go through us [Chorus] |
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My lips is thick, my hips is curvy
My body sick, I like it dirty Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby I got you moaning like a porn star I'm all in, I goes hard Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby I never seen an ass like that No, I never seen, seen an ass so fat (Tat, tat, tat) I'mma beat it til tomorrow And all I keep telling her is 'Shut up bitch, swallow' Your legs is shaking, I won't hurt you Now you can be the star of that new commercial Wipe your lips, wipe your tits Brace yourself, I'm about to hit you with this (Ah) I couldn't say it 'Cause the radio station, they wouldn't play it I'm too perverted, I'm 'bout to hurt it The jury's all in, that pussy's murdin' My lips is thick, my hips is curvy My body sick, I like it dirty Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby I got you moaning like a porn star I'm all in, I goes hard Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby Yeah, right to you, we gon' make it hot in here I'mma do a dance in my vicky way, look at here How you want it, Daddy, just let Mommy know I'm bouncing on that thing like I'm driving on the 64 I got that juicy juicy, you gonna need a straw That platinum pussy showin' nigga what he trickin' for Skinny short dick or long, I'mma ride that pony Make it rain and lighting on me Why don't you just buy for me? Cars and jewelry, I like expensive clothes My Puerto Rican baby, can you pay my house loans? It's that murder mami, Lil Kim the queen bee I got that boy baby, I'mma make you need me My lips is thick, my hips is curvy My body sick, I like it dirty Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby I got you moaning like a porn star I'm all in, I goes hard Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby I go hard, go all in, get deeper and deeper I beat, beat it up, I'm blowing your speakers And I ain't talked about a tridda Puerto Rican to the car no boricua [unverified] Shit I have you moanin' Fuckin' your best friend 'til 6 in the mornin' She kissed the girl, guess what, she liked it Well, that your girl, go ahead and wife it Now fuck her I did, I went and piped it Put her on a video where you're all invited Fuck faces expressions get me excited That pussy make me work, I don't need a diet My lips is thick, my hips is curvy My body sick, I like it dirty Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby I got you moaning like a porn star I'm all in, I goes hard Work it, baby, work it, baby Work it, baby, hurt me, baby |
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[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah, Krillz on to check it Whattup Big March? K-O-J Yeah... This is the ice cream, yeah the ice cream man Ha, the ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Uhh, T.A. all day You don't need that watch, yo, yo [Fat Joe] I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to Tameka She had the fattest ass if my niggaz woulda seen her See a nigga on, before you know it I'm gone Front of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola phone Hopped in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone We outta here; back to the Bronx where the real say Every last Sunday of the month call it Krillz day Every other week I hear somebody tryin to kill me But I be out of town, gettin money where the bills lay Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice cream Says she's on a diet so I hit her with the light cream I got the sweetest love, you know that rock thick Shorty you can lick lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!) Hold up, shit, you better get your wet wipes You know Joey G'd up, I got every stripe I got houses on the side of mountains I'm more fearless than every one of my killers If your girl leaves with me, she gon' keep comin She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me (ow) [Chorus] Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice cream? Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream When she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream Ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Yes the ice cream, I'm the cream man [3X] [T.A.] I'm feelin like the Bronx most wanted, how they all want it When it come to pretty women fuck them womens by the hundreds I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me what you wanna I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 'Til November" I, got so many hoes some names I can't remember It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, made 'em Two time Johnny, two freaks when I slay 'em Always get new ones, old ones might play 'em Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach Come and get your ice cream, lil' mama lay back (Where at?) On the lap of Crack Cause we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the back My time is money, better have my money ASAP I done came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that If your girl leave with me, she gon' keep comin Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me [Chorus] [Raekwon] Yo, aiyyo Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed with YSL Flagged in burgun', serpent know well We at a large brunch, discussin the God's punch Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son And my velour was rugged, my whip was 400 Gangsters I was with flashed all hundreds Gucci couture to store shit Let me get the number love the worker exhausted, I forced it (That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, might be what'chu want With good taste, put you in a good space Sat back, check her shape, good shape Plus she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake My medicine is you and me in love, the plug was a match Gats on the center, Irish pub She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks Clean Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh [Chorus] [Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah! Hustle super fly shit, y'knahmean? On that A.C.G. shit, that fly Pelle Jumpin out that brand new whip on my own tip Little Dominican mami you feel me? It's Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2 Get at me nigga |
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[Fat Joe]
Coca! Krillz-mania BX, T.S. 'til I die muh'fuckersssss CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww! Yeah, wave hi at the bad guy And you can ice grill when I drive by See if I be givin a fuck My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked Ha ha, shit a nigga just came off tour Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour I 'member when I used to have to play that hard Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ball So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack Used to love graffiti, so I made it my tag Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them hammers Before New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas Got so much money, a nigga would abuse it Then I left the streets alone for the love of the music [Chorus: Cherlise] You know I never dreamed that I could be perfect Cause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh And when I look back on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo They say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the door I say shit I could have left Pun in front of that store Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill Where every other day another nigga get killed They say what's Cool without Dre? I say shit, what if them niggaz never met Jose? Hell 'Ve was a great DJ Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy What if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me? He'd probably never be President of that company Shit you probably woulda never heard the movement I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit Scott Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him Cause he's a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what? I made the nigga rich cocksuckers! [Chorus] [Fat Joe] I was never into girls, I was just into my music Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it Went to my old school, gave 'em some computers And the niggaz in the hood still be sayin I don't do shit Bein they ain't got no love in they hearts I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht I bought my little daughter an equestrian park Now she's ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot Sade, Luther Vandross Stephanie Mills, El DeBarge I used to look at them like Gods Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard? Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me papi? It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't stop me In fact man I'm just like Rocky Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping [Chorus] [Fat Joe - over Chorus] Yeah, man I did it for the music! I did it for the love Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother And your girl... can't even be with my family man You know what? Be careful what you wish for Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER 9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha kids man I'm in Budapest somewhere I'm in Africa where the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww! |
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