Early in the morning, could barely feel my face Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door 6 in the morning when they kick in the door I'm probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche Of course I floss like them DC boys Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy whore Now, headed for paradise Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin' Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummin Now I'ma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin' This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo, Taylor Made Versachi, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga? Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch hoe 'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe I remember when I stepped in the game yo Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe,
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do? I got richer 80 babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcher Got a new connect and what I do? I got richer ? the wop bam boo Guess what, America we love you And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do Shit, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels Niggaz wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz Shit, niggaz keep askin': how come he so real? 6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal Haha, it's the fugitive Coca I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch Street runner on this one, bitch We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you), bitch Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man We use different forms of transportation nigga I'm on different planets than y'all niggaz right now You can deny all you want nigga Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine Oh, I get on some Pun shit What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit? What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga BXTS! I owns this shit!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
