Once I got you, I'ma give you my) My, my fo fo fo fo fo My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow Fifty,
you know like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook, nowwww [Fat Joe] Joey see/C-Murder like five-oh-fo' Better have my money cause
can never been seen Once I got you, I'm gonna get 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
t stop it Just drop it, more like it's hot miss Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin with Joe Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I put a drink
castles, and a Jeep fo' Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo' Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more Joey Crack, a.k.a. '88, Cook Coke [Fat Joe
ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my
had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics Felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my jimmy
long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit Fat nigga with shoty was the logo kid Said my niggas don't dance
Y A Gilla house, yo, yo Come see the sideshow, n*** how it go? With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks You want the beef n***? Hit the prime roast My
don't stop it Just drop it, more like it's hot miss Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I Put a
talkin like you ain't hood nigga What's really gangsta nigga What up what's poppin man Aiyyo fuck these niggaz man Let these niggaz do 88 [Fat Joe] (
state I'm checkin' my game with my muthafuckin' trusted 38 But wait bubonic at an all time low Gotta hit the ATM to get some money fo' sho' Reclinin' in my
Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin Joint's still burnin and I'm smokin' I was on my way to San Jose To
, so she get dat cheese, shake it like a tamborine just like he- make it rain like Fat Joe if he aint kiddin what cha looking at a mikey fo she wont go
Santoro ([Incomprehensible]) All my little short niggaz Joe Pesci and all that shit like this yo Fillin' out the cards to your eulogy Murder that ass, send my
stash box where it go Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold that Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat Got old guns for new niggaz, my throwback
been seen? Once I got you, I'm gonna get 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
