Fat Joe] This is, this is, this is Cook! Cool n Dre! Ain't nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody [Chorus] I know you came to party so (Oh) get
that body and sing along wit me, come on I know you've been searchin' for someone who satisfies you And gives you so much more I know you came to party so
Traduzione: Fat Joe. So Much More.
that body and sing along with me come on I know you been searching for someone who Satisfies you and gives you so much more I know you came to party so
In school, I never got D's Me fake nigga please! I really hate cheese In fact, I really can't stand dirty raps So breaker breaker, to Joe Quixx the beatmaker
infected, shieet! Give me the ones with good credit Or Dead it, Admitedly I have a fetish you could be on I like an ass so fat she can turn a boxer shorts
me Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin To rat pack, uhh, time to get a gat So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like Roger Thomas in his fat
me Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin to rat pack, hmm, time to get a gat So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat
it in and cut you So much for being humble. I'm comin through with the shovels Tombstones and all, and turn the hard rocks to rubble On the double, so
for his chains and raise more throws and blows than Dana Dane I'm always strappin on the jackin for your chains I'm droolin And checkin socks for the fat
(feat. Big L, Fat Joe) [Big L] I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks Pulling me over too
a big dog I'm so full, I'm so good I'm so straight, you so fake I'm so real, im so hood [Verse 6: Fat Joe] Yeah nigga Welcome to the crack house I should
[feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled &
Nigga That's On Thin Ice (I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) I Hate You So Much It Shows I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe And Your
40, get breaded, get breaded Sauce Money, get breaded Fat Joe, get breaded Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded Sauce Money, get breaded Fat Joe
you [Fat Joe] Uh, yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin with uncertain death Lord I gotta be dyin, cause after all this cryin, how much more hurtin's left? When
