Fat Joe - Listen baby
Tekst :
(feat. Mashonda)
[Chorus 2X: Mashonda]
When I m all alone, cause you re not home
All I want you to do for me is - listen baby
Said you d hold me down, but you re never around
Can you please just - listen baby
[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Swizz Beatz!
Sing to me baby, uhh
Loretta I see you baby, yeah
Uh-huh, DFL
Stew, I see you too nigga
Yeah
[Fat Joe]
Sit back, relax, Joe Crack s back
Joe Crack s that nigga ya other niggaz love to hate on
Players keep showin love so players play on
What Crack s preachin is CHUUCH, so niggaz pray on
Good heavens, had to wait for track seven
To adjust them fly dresses and high heel stilettos, yes
This vibe is perfect, I wonder
Maybe that s why four s the God s perfect number
And you re all my angels
Victoria s Secret insatiable, that s {?}
C mon, get it together
My flight lands in a half an hour, we can do whatever
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Woo! Uhh
Yeah, uh-huh, talk to me baby
Don t catch feelings ma
You know what this is
Hahaha, bitch
Yeah, uhh, yo
[Fat Joe]
When you mad she s happy when she s sad she s glad
She ecstatic to see me and she s {?}
Too much of y all for me to keep happy
Still and all y all keep callin me daddy
I m tryin to change it, similar to Alaskan skies
Midnight look like the sunrise
That means I, ain t budgin, I m still the same
Same kisser, same hugger, same Joe Crack you love him
You do ma, admit it girl you trust him
To be back at that hotel suite crushin
And you just in time
To break me off before my hotel checkout time
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Hahahahaha, woo
We on tour right now
Yeah, talk to me baby, talk to me
Uhh, haha
I mean my D.C. girl, she don t like my V.A. girl
My A-T-L girl don t like my Cali baby
[Fat Joe]
Yo, I know ma, I see your vision
Fuckin with me is like an all-inclusive private island vacation
Woo - room service from the A.M. to the P.M.
All, night crushin this amazin human bein
Got you love struck, topic controversial
Cause when I m gone you re lost like that Corona commercial
I know time is money still I can t reimburse you girl
For what you wear, that s the day I reverse you girl
You get your nails painted proper
Pull out the black Amex, I ll take you shoppin
But when it s time to go I disappear like Hoffa
I see you next time when I decide to pop up, I m gone
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
It s like you don t know I got a wife
HAHAHAHA, YEAH!!
And another one, Khaled! Cool & Dre
L.V., Swizz! [echoes]Fat Joe - Definition of a don
Tekst :
Yeah.. Definition of a Don
It s like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you
Who s that nigga.. You heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus
It s the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard
What?!
[Chorus: Remy Martin]
They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh)
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah)
And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell em)
Damn papi, you re shit is icey now (Uh-huh)
In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil)
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc in out
But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yo
You wouldn t understand my story of life I live
Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids
The trife as kids, this ain t no Scarface shit
These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn t stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on
Before I had the dough to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off
A wild adolescent, raised by the street
Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff
Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms
This is how it should be done... my life...
Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake
Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face
I m like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It s just the way it s done
Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns
On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O.
Put the pressure on a nigga like I m right atcha do
With the muzzle out, nigga can t shoke with my dough
I m at his mothers house
Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother s mouth
Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip
with chrome knowin that they won t forget
And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up!
If I can t afford it, I ma extort it
If I can t cut it, I ma bake it
Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I m a thoroughbred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I m too light for Maryland
I d rather play the streets of New York
Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork
I m just a hustler - feds put the tap
on our phones in hopes of cuffin us
Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious
[Chorus] repeat 2x
Fat Joe - Dat gangsta shit
Tekst :
Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta shit
Uhh, dat gangsta shit
What you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh
Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends
I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons
and when I wish to put aside the questions
before they find out, who s the realest
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest
shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the God it ain t so hard to start clappin
but I lay low, create flows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows
I take foes, and break em down to minerals
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals
Individuals, with no peace on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the East to the West
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest
Ready for the casian blazin gettin deep with the best
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world
mad at me, but very few challenge me
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shit
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives
Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whole world, all I need is my dough and my girl
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell
I don t need y all, disrespect the Don and I ma see y all
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That s my steez, if I don t kill you I ma clap you these
Ask your peeps if I ain t have the beast soundin Japanese
Coughin blood, that s what you get for talkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us
They love the Don, these words are more than just another song
If I said I slit your neck, your jugular s gone
Ain t nothin artificial, Joe the God, the Terror Squad official
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you
The shit you say ll get you sprayed with the clapper
Just remember Joe the God is not your ordinary rapper
Now what we love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Kick dat gangsta shit
What you live huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
Yeah
Goin out to all the real niggaz
All the niggaz that support real hip-hop
All my niggaz on the corners
DJ s, no matter where the fuck you from
it s where s your gat, hahaha
Primo whattup nigga? Yeah
Don Cartagena
Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what?
Beotch!!