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* feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin
[Fat Joe] Ha, ha, ha, ha Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh For my dirty, dirty D.C. what? Uh, yeah, uh, T.S. Remix y'all [Remy Martin] Remix y'all [Fat Joe] Remix y'all [Remy Martin] The remix y'all [Fat Joe] Crack is back again (ooo-oooh) Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh) [Remy Martin] And when it's packed like The Garden You know it's the Squadron [Fat Joe] The god, Fat Joe [Remy Martin] And that bitch, Remy Martin [Remy Martin & R. Kelly] We thuggin' [Fat Joe] You know the rest Got the tank top on that show the vest [Remy Martin] I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts And they all think Joe the best [Fat Joe] Well it's on if they got no regrets Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress [Remy Martin] Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess But, I got four niggas in my truck [Fat Joe] And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up [Remy Martin] I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk [Remy Martin & Fat Joe] We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [Noreaga] Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?) Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?) Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block You see, uh [Noreaga & R. Kelly] We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and [Noreaga] Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere) It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that) Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all) I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!) [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [Busta Rhymes] In 2001, we move fast I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can) Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man) Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) |
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* feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin
[Fat Joe] Ha, ha, ha, ha Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh For my dirty, dirty D.C. what? Uh, yeah, uh, T.S. Remix y'all [Remy Martin] Remix y'all [Fat Joe] Remix y'all [Remy Martin] The remix y'all [Fat Joe] Crack is back again (ooo-oooh) Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh) [Remy Martin] And when it's packed like The Garden You know it's the Squadron [Fat Joe] The god, Fat Joe [Remy Martin] And that bitch, Remy Martin [Remy Martin & R. Kelly] We thuggin' [Fat Joe] You know the rest Got the tank top on that show the vest [Remy Martin] I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts And they all think Joe the best [Fat Joe] Well it's on if they got no regrets Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress [Remy Martin] Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess But, I got four niggas in my truck [Fat Joe] And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up [Remy Martin] I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk [Remy Martin & Fat Joe] We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [Noreaga] Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?) Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?) Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block You see, uh [Noreaga & R. Kelly] We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and [Noreaga] Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere) It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that) Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all) I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!) [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) [Busta Rhymes] In 2001, we move fast I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can) Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man) Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off [R. Kelly] Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and Off up in the club, wildin' like what Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh) |
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[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, Terror Squad It should be about us Be about trust [Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}] What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All} What's love? It's about us {It's about us} It's about trust babe {Be about trust} What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh} What's love? It should be about us {It should be about us} It should be about trust babe {Be about trust} What's love? [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady I wanna chick with thick hips That licks her lips She can be the office type or like to strip Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high Don't wanna lose the feelin' Cause the roof is chillin' It's on fire & you lookin' Good for the gettin' I'm rida Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider You should see the jewelery on my women & I'm livin' it up The squad stay feelin' the truck With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh You say you gotta man & your in love But what's love Gotta do with a little menage After the party Just me & you Could just slide for a few & she could come too That's love! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues You gotta man But you need to understand That you got something with you Ass is fat, frame is little Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot & the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer) & let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed ta) Please believe You leave with me We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E You need to trust the god & jump in the car For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal What's love? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti] Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down Michael Jack style Hot 7 who the mack now? Not my fault cause they love the kid Ma be the chain or the whip I don't know what it is We just party & bullshit Come on mommy put your body in motion You gotta nigga open You came here with the heart to cheat So you need to sing the song with me All my ladies come on [Ashanti (Fat Joe)] When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh) Don't want your stacks (Yeah) Just break my back (Uh) Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo) Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On) Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl) [Chorus 2 Times] |
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