Fat Joe

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  • Forum gestartet am: Samstag 22.04.2006
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    Re: Fat Joe

    swiss_cow - 23.04.2006, 13:34

    Fat Joe
    Get it Poppin feat. Nelly

    It's two up in the morning girl, and the dj playing that song
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'
    It's two up in the morning girl, and the dj playing that song
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'

    I got the platinum limit american express card
    Mama you can get whatever you like
    Plus I got that all black van and it's tinted on four sides
    So they can't see us kissin' inside
    Do you like it? I know you like it
    It's written all over your face, don't fight it
    You like it more than I like it
    So put it all over your face don't bite it
    Crack
    From rags to riches club packed with (ow) bitches
    Head to back ambitious, I became this vicious
    And we can get it poppin' in the bathroom
    Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to 'em
    And we can all crush
    It's like this million on my neck, got all of these women awestruck
    We pissin' drunk over Seraphim
    I'm up in VIP and these chicks is screamin' let me in

    It's two up in the morning girl, and the dj playing that song
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'
    It's two up in the morning now, and I'm tryin' to go home witchu girl
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'

    Get it poppin', go ahead a drop it
    It's written all over your face don't stop it
    Just drop it, more like it's hot miss
    Kickin' the dough with the 4 4 messin' wit yo
    Now this chick got this ass so fat in fact I
    Put a drink on it and it came right back
    She would never talk to a lame like that
    In my ear screaming how'd you get a name like crack
    Crack
    Symbol of the mike jones
    Say my name enough then I'm taking you home
    You know I walk with the talk with the sleep with the chrome while squeezing your dome
    Why I look like I'm not taking at least three to six women out the club with me
    Now we back to the (*) pack (*) call up the (*) pack it's only how they (*) with me
    Talk to 'em dirty

    It's two up in the morning girl, and the dj playing that song
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'
    it's two up in the morning and them East Side hatin' your crew
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'

    Now when the girls swing open with that awkward motion, whatchu call it
    Suicide, it's a suicide
    And if they niggas talk shit 'cause they drunk off the potion, they committin'
    Suicide, it's a suicide
    Let's get it poppin' my (*)
    I got a shot in my (*)
    I feel sorry for you more than I give a (*) to say
    Spin ya head back promote you on the videotape

    It's two up in the morning girl, and the dj playing that song
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'
    It's two up in the morning now, and I'm tryin' to go home witchu girl
    Now whatcha gon' do
    I'ma get get get it poppin' (whatcha gon' do) I'ma get get get it poppin'



    Re: Fat Joe

    swiss_cow - 24.04.2006, 13:40


    My Fofo

    Yeah, that'll do it
    Yeah, I love hip hop
    I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
    This nigga here is a little nigga man
    Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
    You fucking with the Don nigga
    Follow me

    [Chorus]
    Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
    Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever been seen
    Once I got you, I'm gonna give you
    My, My, fo fo fo fo
    My, My, fo fo fo fo
    My, My, fo fo fo fo
    I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow

    Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
    Talk about your gun pop off, where the fuck you be at
    I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
    Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
    It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
    End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
    But he dont care, he stay locked up in his house and shit
    Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
    Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
    In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
    Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
    Fifty don't make me(blaaaaap)
    Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
    And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
    They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
    Yeah we all see the bitch in you
    Follow me

    [Chorus]

    Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
    Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss
    A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
    Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit
    That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
    Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
    Where are all your guns and them teflon vests?
    We them terror squad boys
    You should know not to test us
    Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
    Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
    You CB4
    Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
    And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
    You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
    Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
    No, no, no shorty
    That's right, you singing than more than you rappin
    Now Fifty that ain't right

    [Chorus]

    I know what y'all thinkin man
    Y'all thinkin Jada gonna slam lyrically
    This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
    He really crazy tho
    This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
    And never be comin out of his house
    Feel like he can't get touched man
    I respond one time, one time only
    It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
    This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
    Trust me, nigga can response ten thousand times
    I ain't talkin back to that nigga
    One thing I will promise you
    If I Wont Get You I'm gonna get your...
    That's it man
    This is crack bitch
    It's gonna be a real ugly summer man



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