Don Cartagena Lyrics
| Song | Don Cartagena |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Album | Don Cartagena |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cartagena, Frierson | |
| Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah | |
| [puff] what y'all wanna do hah? (2x) | |
| Nobody wanna handle it | |
| [puff] as we proceed, to give you what you need | |
| [puff] what y'all wanna do hah? (2x) | |
| [puff] nine-eight, it's the great | |
| [puff] what y'all wanna do hah? (2x) | |
| Verse one: fat joe | |
| Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced | |
| Tryin to find a place to recline, *****ne my face | |
| Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with pun til i'm gone | |
| That's word is bond on my moms | |
| That's the squad motto, got beef we call rallo | |
| Dame un trago, he go to war wit a bottle | |
| Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4x) | |
| Right through your back tissue with any pistol i pack (c'mon) | |
| Physical rap means we live the lyrics | |
| Long as *****z fear us you could never entirely dissapear us | |
| We the realest you ever gon' see | |
| In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me | |
| Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why i go there (yeah, yeah) | |
| Like lettin you know where to buy the new fat joe gear (that's right) | |
| Five sixty (five sixty) only the squad ride with me | |
| Unless you a bad boy, and roll with puff diddy (eheheheh) | |
| It's my city, and everything in it | |
| Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my benz, if you see me in it (yeah) | |
| We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots | |
| That's why, i'm not a player, i just crush a lot | |
| Chorus: puff daddy | |
| What you thought, we ain't run the streets? | |
| Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the benz jeep | |
| Rollin deep with the don-tana | |
| I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana | |
| (repeat 2x) | |
| Verse two: fat joe | |
| Yea, uh, yo | |
| You better slide or catch this homicide | |
| Ain't no match for joey crack i'm blowin backs out the other side | |
| Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are the breaks | |
| Kurtis blow your head off like jake (like jake) | |
| So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines | |
| Player haters never wanna see my *****ne | |
| Up in the range or in the lex coupe | |
| Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to les boo's | |
| Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids | |
| Or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs | |
| Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, i'm a whiz (mm, mmm) | |
| Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist | |
| It ain't *****t but for sex, money, and drugs | |
| True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs | |
| What the *****, joe crack, twist your cap back | |
| Leave your heart rate flat, once terror squad attacks (yea yea yea) | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| (puff daddy talkin over chorus) | |
| Terror squad, and bad boy | |
| Joey crack, big pun | |
| I see you | |
| Can't sleep, ten deep | |
| Yea, uh-huh | |
| Adios to manana | |
| Terror squad, what? | |
| Bad boy, khanmean? | |
| Joey crack, big pun | |
| I see you, i see you | |
| C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what? | |
| Say what say what? | |
| Uh-huh | |
| I see you.. take that.. | |
| Adios to manana! |
| zuo ci : Cartagena, Frierson | |
| Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah | |
| puff what y' all wanna do hah? 2x | |
| Nobody wanna handle it | |
| puff as we proceed, to give you what you need | |
| puff what y' all wanna do hah? 2x | |
| puff nineeight, it' s the great | |
| puff what y' all wanna do hah? 2x | |
| Verse one: fat joe | |
| Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that' s diamond laced | |
| Tryin to find a place to recline, ne my face | |
| Under the sun where it' s warm, runnin with pun til i' m gone | |
| That' s word is bond on my moms | |
| That' s the squad motto, got beef we call rallo | |
| Dame un trago, he go to war wit a bottle | |
| Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat " take that" 4x | |
| Right through your back tissue with any pistol i pack c' mon | |
| Physical rap means we live the lyrics | |
| Long as z fear us you could never entirely dissapear us | |
| We the realest you ever gon' see | |
| In all honesty, ain' t another brother that' s hotter than me | |
| Modesty' ll get nowhere, that' s why i go there yeah, yeah | |
| Like lettin you know where to buy the new fat joe gear that' s right | |
| Five sixty five sixty only the squad ride with me | |
| Unless you a bad boy, and roll with puff diddy eheheheh | |
| It' s my city, and everything in it | |
| Ain' t a thing rented c' mon it' s my benz, if you see me in it yeah | |
| We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots | |
| That' s why, i' m not a player, i just crush a lot | |
| Chorus: puff daddy | |
| What you thought, we ain' t run the streets? | |
| Now you can' t sleep ten deep, convoyin in the benz jeep | |
| Rollin deep with the dontana | |
| I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana | |
| repeat 2x | |
| Verse two: fat joe | |
| Yea, uh, yo | |
| You better slide or catch this homicide | |
| Ain' t no match for joey crack i' m blowin backs out the other side | |
| Brothers died and mother' s cried at wakes, these are the breaks | |
| Kurtis blow your head off like jake like jake | |
| So take heed and read between the lines, ain' t no cheatin mines | |
| Player haters never wanna see my ne | |
| Up in the range or in the lex coupe | |
| Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to les boo' s | |
| Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids | |
| Or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs | |
| Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, i' m a whiz mm, mmm | |
| Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist | |
| It ain' t t but for sex, money, and drugs | |
| True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs | |
| What the , joe crack, twist your cap back | |
| Leave your heart rate flat, once terror squad attacks yea yea yea | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| puff daddy talkin over chorus | |
| Terror squad, and bad boy | |
| Joey crack, big pun | |
| I see you | |
| Can' t sleep, ten deep | |
| Yea, uhhuh | |
| Adios to manana | |
| Terror squad, what? | |
| Bad boy, khanmean? | |
| Joey crack, big pun | |
| I see you, i see you | |
| C' mon, yea, yea, say what say what? | |
| Say what say what? | |
| Uhhuh | |
| I see you.. take that.. | |
| Adios to manana! |
| zuò cí : Cartagena, Frierson | |
| Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah | |
| puff what y' all wanna do hah? 2x | |
| Nobody wanna handle it | |
| puff as we proceed, to give you what you need | |
| puff what y' all wanna do hah? 2x | |
| puff nineeight, it' s the great | |
| puff what y' all wanna do hah? 2x | |
| Verse one: fat joe | |
| Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that' s diamond laced | |
| Tryin to find a place to recline, ne my face | |
| Under the sun where it' s warm, runnin with pun til i' m gone | |
| That' s word is bond on my moms | |
| That' s the squad motto, got beef we call rallo | |
| Dame un trago, he go to war wit a bottle | |
| Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat " take that" 4x | |
| Right through your back tissue with any pistol i pack c' mon | |
| Physical rap means we live the lyrics | |
| Long as z fear us you could never entirely dissapear us | |
| We the realest you ever gon' see | |
| In all honesty, ain' t another brother that' s hotter than me | |
| Modesty' ll get nowhere, that' s why i go there yeah, yeah | |
| Like lettin you know where to buy the new fat joe gear that' s right | |
| Five sixty five sixty only the squad ride with me | |
| Unless you a bad boy, and roll with puff diddy eheheheh | |
| It' s my city, and everything in it | |
| Ain' t a thing rented c' mon it' s my benz, if you see me in it yeah | |
| We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots | |
| That' s why, i' m not a player, i just crush a lot | |
| Chorus: puff daddy | |
| What you thought, we ain' t run the streets? | |
| Now you can' t sleep ten deep, convoyin in the benz jeep | |
| Rollin deep with the dontana | |
| I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana | |
| repeat 2x | |
| Verse two: fat joe | |
| Yea, uh, yo | |
| You better slide or catch this homicide | |
| Ain' t no match for joey crack i' m blowin backs out the other side | |
| Brothers died and mother' s cried at wakes, these are the breaks | |
| Kurtis blow your head off like jake like jake | |
| So take heed and read between the lines, ain' t no cheatin mines | |
| Player haters never wanna see my ne | |
| Up in the range or in the lex coupe | |
| Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to les boo' s | |
| Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids | |
| Or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs | |
| Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, i' m a whiz mm, mmm | |
| Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist | |
| It ain' t t but for sex, money, and drugs | |
| True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs | |
| What the , joe crack, twist your cap back | |
| Leave your heart rate flat, once terror squad attacks yea yea yea | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| puff daddy talkin over chorus | |
| Terror squad, and bad boy | |
| Joey crack, big pun | |
| I see you | |
| Can' t sleep, ten deep | |
| Yea, uhhuh | |
| Adios to manana | |
| Terror squad, what? | |
| Bad boy, khanmean? | |
| Joey crack, big pun | |
| I see you, i see you | |
| C' mon, yea, yea, say what say what? | |
| Say what say what? | |
| Uhhuh | |
| I see you.. take that.. | |
| Adios to manana! |
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