?t want to be with no one else, so I try not to put you through it. You make me feel so sexy baby?you make me feel so good (good) I swear the love that
Yeah, now in ninety-three Everybody knows the flav Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah You know my style Fat Joe, A.K.A. Da Fat Gangsta I'm no joke and I'm far
you'll dig your own grave Fat Joe, chopping down trees Nuff respect to Showbiz and A G Peace to my buck-wild crew from the Bronx I hope you'll strike me gets a good
look like me Sure enough a little fat guy named D' Ryan Kept us up all night, always bitchin' and cryin' I was still slingin' fast, the "Flow Joe" came
(Fat Joe):{Diddy} (Kelka Mania),{Day 26} Day 26: Ohhhh Fat Joe: (Ayo Diddy get at me baby) {I see you Joe} (Its Crack) {This is the remix
Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror
I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all My name is Darryl Mac and I'm fat ya'll Back one more time here to get
, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash One time TS, two times Fat Joe I remember
New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back [Fat Joe] Mutha Fucka i'm the heart
and get with a fresh bitch A young tender, dressed in Guess A fat booty and some big ass breasts Her name is Tina, my name?s Pooh Yeah, it's time to
Fat Joe] Put that ass up on the flo', make it clap when you see cats pass for the door. I ain't tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he's Joe
Shorty) Keep it right (Shorty) You betta keep it tight (Shorty) You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain't getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty) [Verse 3: Fat Joe
Everybody say ah, ah Yeah, its 50 cent and Lloyd Banks and Young Buck Yeah, and Joe G-Unit! everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la la la) rock
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time Girl
Everybody say Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up An' still hit them
son Bitch you bad I had this bitch named Katrina that lived in Pasadena It's like my dick would get hard, every time I seen her She had bold legs, ass and a big fat
Tracks attention in every place When she walks she makes the men all moon Pretty soon pretty soon you're alone. If you want to be happy . . . Course a big fat