Fat Joe Da Gangsta lyrics
Fat Joe Da Gangsta lyrics
"Get On Up Lyrics"
Salut Mon Ron Lyrics
Ron, le hockey c'est donc ben rendu plate C'est donc pu comme dans l'temps d'Bronco Horvatt ?a drop le puck dans l'fond pis ?a joue comme des chaudrons En plus ?a gagne cinq millions par saison J'ai une question "totch?e" pour toi mon Ron Saurais tu o? c'qui joue Gilbert Dionne? Mon chum Andr? m'a dit qui vivrait quecq'part en Europe<
Ron, le hockey c'est donc ben rendu plate C'est donc pu comme dans l'temps d'Bronco Horvatt ?a drop le puck dans l'fond pis ?a joue comme des chaudrons En plus ?a gagne cinq millions par saison J'ai une question "totch?e" pour toi mon Ron Saurais tu o? c'qui joue Gilbert Dionne? Mon chum Andr? m'a dit qui vivrait quecq'part en Europe<
Here we go now I'm back
I got soul although I'm not black
Pass the mic and I'm a spark it
Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market
I used to shoot dice to the curb
Peace to my brothers on 163rd
Hold your head and stay strong
My main man Roadie got it going on
So now you know the time
Bust how I flip it check the rhyme
I kick the hits even with the big belly
Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly
So give me that honey love
You know what I'm thinking of
Joe's the man with the master plan
I got more rhymes than the beats got fans
Peace to Greg Nice and Smooth B
And if you don't beli
Black Lyrics
Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay. Were laid spread out before, Me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed Has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wo
eve then you soon shall see Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay. Were laid spread out before, Me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed Has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wo
That I'll be the last to survive
I won't fake the funk, I won't take a dive
So now you know what's up
I make the crowd bounce and get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
This is a jam for the radio station
Peace to the whole Zulu Nation
I'm so bad, call the cops
I got props, I'm gonna rule hip-hop
Cause I'm the only real rap monster
I love eating shrimp and lobster
City Island is my favorite place
Step in Sammy's and dog my face
Losing weight, that must be a joke
Cause I eat four steaks and drink a Diet Coke
Although I'm big I won't take a swig
Aint No Stoppin Lyrics
[J.D.] Come on, come on, come on I wanna hear that shit bump, bump You know what I'm sayin' Who ya know with the big cash flow Beats hotter than tobasco And I love to see a honey shake her ass slow By now you should know this aint a bitch I won't cut it if I think you can fuck with it I be the infamous sparking al
Of the Moet, it makes me a much worse poet [J.D.] Come on, come on, come on I wanna hear that shit bump, bump You know what I'm sayin' Who ya know with the big cash flow Beats hotter than tobasco And I love to see a honey shake her ass slow By now you should know this aint a bitch I won't cut it if I think you can fuck with it I be the infamous sparking al
And you know that's not the mood, black
Diamond always hits me with the crazy fat tracks
So now you know what's up
I make the crowd bounce, get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
"Get On Up" is the name of this song
Bounce to the beat if you got it going on
Now in '93, maybe '94
They'll have a Fat Joe tour
Coming to your town with the brand new sound
Representing for the whole Boogie Down
So don't grab the mic or you'll get hurt
If you come in a Bez then you'll leave in a hearse
That's that, everybody knows the flav
Misbehave and you'll dig your own
Let's Talk About It Lyrics
Intro] I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all? Could the drummer have some more? Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time Come on, drummer! *Beat Drops* [Jermaine Dupri (Pharrell Williams)] Uh huh, oh Damn baby, shit grave
Fat Joe, chopping down trees
Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G.
Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx
I hope you'll strike me gets a good response
And if you like the vibe, act like you know
You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
To my people from Brooklyn, get on up
And to my people from Manhattan, get on up
To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)
To my people from Cali
To my people from Texas
To my people from Atlanta
To my people in Detroit
Everybody in the world just get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x
Intro] I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all? Could the drummer have some more? Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time Come on, drummer! *Beat Drops* [Jermaine Dupri (Pharrell Williams)] Uh huh, oh Damn baby, shit
Fat Joe, chopping down trees
Nuff respect to Showbiz & A.G.
Peace to my buckwild crew from the Bronx
I hope you'll strike me gets a good response
And if you like the vibe, act like you know
You can get on up with your man Fat Joe, and I'm out
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x)
To my people from Brooklyn, get on up
And to my people from Manhattan, get on up
To my people from the Bronx (Get on up)
To my people from Cali
To my people from Texas
To my people from Atlanta
To my people in Detroit
Everybody in the world just get on up
"Get on up" "Get on up!" (Repeat 4x