Yeah... My niggas... Throw ya hands in the air right now man... Feel this shit right here...
[Verse 1: Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a young'n - was too much to cope with Why you think mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit Fat nigga with the shotty with the logo kid!
[Hook: Fat Joe] Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!)
[Verse 2: Remy Martin] R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us And we - walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't a need for a VIP section In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it Said he - liked my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See Money Ain't a Thing nigga, we still the same niggas Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga
[Hook: Fat Joe]
[Verse 3: Fat Joe] Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal Cause half these rappers they Blow like Derek Foreal If you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt ya These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up! Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship, come on!
[Hook: Fat Joe]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
