Testi:
Fat Joe Get The Hell On With That

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? [Fat Joe] Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that Yeah,

Get the hell on with that - say what, say what what? [Fat Joe] Yeah, haha, T.S., Terror Get the hell on with that, get the hell on with that Yeah,

Write a song, I'll sing along Are you calm? Settle down Soon you will know that you are sane You're on top of the world again Monday morning wake up knowing that

That's why I keep my workers, under pressure I went from jumpin on trains with demos To jumpin on planes to limos Guzzlin champagne with bimbos, champion

and here's where I'm at Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin out a gat Damn, now I know sumthin really on First to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long Black Moon caught

your eulogy Murder that ass, send my regards to your family, fuck it That's what niggaz get for fuckin with this maniac depressive nigga with aggresion

something Cuz after we get high We gon hit something I got my eyes on this hottie that resembles Nia Long Short skirt, droppin it down gettin her eagle on

Lauper, mixed wit' that mary jane That's how them Dade County niggaz save up thangs Eatin' lobster with freaks that down to fuck thangs Every week on GP, I get

mayor) Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!) Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you