Fat Joe Lyrics
Fat Joe Lyrics
"Lean Back Lyrics"
Yes, She Is My Skinhead Lyrics
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[Intro - Fat Joe]
Owwwu!
Yeah! My niggaz! Uh-huh!
Throw ya hands in 'da air right now, man!
Feel 'dis shit right here!
Scott Storch nigga!
Yeah Khalid, I see you, nigga!
Show Big-Pun love! Uh!
Yeah! Uh! Yo!
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
I don't give a fuck about'cha faults, or mishappenins, nigga.
We from Da Bronx, New York... Shit happens.
Kids clappin, luv ta spark da place.
Half da niggaz in 'da squad got a scar on dey face.
It's a cold world, and dis is ice.
Half a mill' for da charm, nigga, dis is life.
Got 'da Phantom in front of da buildin, Trinity Ave.
Ten years been legit, dey still figure me bad.
As a youngin, I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mo'fuckers nick-named me "Cook Coke" shit.
Should'a been called Don Robbery,
Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny.
I did it all, I put 'd
Face The Truth Lyrics
You take a look around. You don't like what you see. There's people you don't know. But you know they care. It's been so long since you've heard the hurting words. I care for you, and it's right this time. Forget your past, and see what is now. Even if you don't want to, you gotta face the truth. You gotta face the truth. You take a look around. You don't like what you see. There's people
a pieces to da puzzle.You take a look around. You don't like what you see. There's people you don't know. But you know they care. It's been so long since you've heard the hurting words. I care for you, and it's right this time. Forget your past, and see what is now. Even if you don't want to, you gotta face the truth. You gotta face the truth. You take a look around. You don't like what you see. There's people
Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble.
Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe shit.
Fat nigga with da shotty was "The Logo Kid".
[Chorus]
Said my niggaz dont dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggaz don't dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do 'da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
(Come on!)
[Verse 2 - Remy]
R to the E'zzie',
M to the whiz-zY,
My arms stay breezy,
The Don stays fizz-zY,
Got a date at 8, I’m in the 740'fizz-ive,
And I just bought a bike, so I can ride till I die,
Wit' a matchin' jacket,
Bout' to cop me a mansion,
My niggas in 'da club, but you know 'dey not dancin'.
We gANGSTA, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie,
So neve
Put On A Happy Face Lyrics
(Adams/Strouse) Gray skies are gonna clear up Put on a happy face Wipe of the clouds and cheer up Put on a happy face Take of the gloomy mask of tragedy It's not your style You'll look so good that you'll be glad That you decided to smile Pick out a pleasant outlook Stick out that nobel chin Wipe off that full-of-doubt look Snap on a happy grin Spread sunshine all over the placemind how we got in here,
Wit' burners 'n hoodies.
Listen, we don't pay admission,
And da bouncers dont check us,
And we walk around 'da metal detectors.
And there really aint a need for a VIP section,
In 'da middle of da dance floor,
Reckless; Check it!
Said He Like my necklace, started relaxin now,
Dats what da fuck I call a chain reaction.
See, money aint a thang nigga,
We still da same niggaz,
Flows just changed
Now we 'bout'ta change 'da game, nigga.
[Repeat Chorus - 1X]
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Now we livin' betta' now,
Gucci sweata' now.
And 'dat G4 could fly through,
Any weatha' now.
See, niggaz get tight,
When you wurf' some millions.
'Dis is why I sport 'dis chincilla;
'Ta hurt 'dey feelin's.
You can find Joe Crack at all type 'a shit,
Out at Vegas, front row
If 5-0 boy come, then they'd prod'lly squeel.
'Cause half 'deez rappers did blow like Derek, fo'real.
If you cross 'da line, damn right I'm gonna hurt'chu.
These faggot niggaz even made gang-signs commercial.
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up,
B2K crip-walkin', like dat's wass' up.
Kay keep tellin' me 'ta speak about 'Da Rucker,
Matter 'fact, I don't wanna' speak about 'Da Rucker,
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine 'dis,
My niggaz didn't haff'ta play'ta win the championship.
[Repeat Chorus - 1X]
[Outro - Fat Joe]
Ha! Yeah! (Can 'ya hear me?!)
Bronx, BX Borough, Terror Squad, Uh... (Ha!)
Big-Punk forever, Tone Montana forever... (Can you hear me?!)
Uh! Yeah! Streetz is ours, come on!
Nah man, it ain't never gonna stop...
Serge! Raoul! J.B., Fat Ed, come on! Uh!
(Adams/Strouse) Gray skies are gonna clear up Put on a happy face Wipe of the clouds and cheer up Put on a happy face Take of the gloomy mask of tragedy It's not your style You'll look so good that you'll be glad That you decided to smile Pick out a pleasant outlook Stick out that nobel chin Wipe off that full-of-doubt look Snap on a happy grin Spread sunshine all over the place
Wit' burners 'n hoodies.
Listen, we don't pay admission,
And da bouncers dont check us,
And we walk around 'da metal detectors.
And there really aint a need for a VIP section,
In 'da middle of da dance floor,
Reckless; Check it!
Said He Like my necklace, started relaxin now,
Dats what da fuck I call a chain reaction.
See, money aint a thang nigga,
We still da same niggaz,
Flows just changed
Now we 'bout'ta change 'da game, nigga.
[Repeat Chorus - 1X]
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Now we livin' betta' now,
Gucci sweata' now.
And 'dat G4 could fly through,
Any weatha' now.
See, niggaz get tight,
When you wurf' some millions.
'Dis is why I sport 'dis chincilla;
'Ta hurt 'dey feelin's.
You can find Joe Crack at all type 'a shit,
Out at Vegas, front row
I Ride An Old Paint Lyrics
I ride an old paint I lead an old Dan I'm off to Montan' for to throw the hooley ann They feed in the coulees they water in the draw Their tails're all matted their backs're all raw Ride around little dogies ride around slow the fiery and snuffy are raring to go Bill Johns had two daughters Bill Johns had a song One went to Denver and the other went wrong His wife she died in a poolroom fight Still he keeps singing from m
'ta all 'da fights n' shit,I ride an old paint I lead an old Dan I'm off to Montan' for to throw the hooley ann They feed in the coulees they water in the draw Their tails're all matted their backs're all raw Ride around little dogies ride around slow the fiery and snuffy are raring to go Bill Johns had two daughters Bill Johns had a song One went to Denver and the other went wrong His wife she died in a poolroom fight Still he keeps singing from m
If 5-0 boy come, then they'd prod'lly squeel.
'Cause half 'deez rappers did blow like Derek, fo'real.
If you cross 'da line, damn right I'm gonna hurt'chu.
These faggot niggaz even made gang-signs commercial.
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up,
B2K crip-walkin', like dat's wass' up.
Kay keep tellin' me 'ta speak about 'Da Rucker,
Matter 'fact, I don't wanna' speak about 'Da Rucker,
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine 'dis,
My niggaz didn't haff'ta play'ta win the championship.
[Repeat Chorus - 1X]
[Outro - Fat Joe]
Ha! Yeah! (Can 'ya hear me?!)
Bronx, BX Borough, Terror Squad, Uh... (Ha!)
Big-Punk forever, Tone Montana forever... (Can you hear me?!)
Uh! Yeah! Streetz is ours, come on!
Nah man, it ain't never gonna stop...
Serge! Raoul! J.B., Fat Ed, come on! Uh!