Song | Fat Joe's in Town |
Artist | Fat Joe |
Album | Jealous One's Envy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : TERRENCE THORNTON/GENE THORNTON JR/WRITERS UNKNOWN | |
作词 : Fat Joe, L.E.S, Nakamura ... | |
{*dj cuts "guess who's back?"*} | |
[fat joe] | |
Yeah.. | |
The fat gangsta.. | |
Here comes the nigga from the east | |
Who just been crowned for most hated by police | |
The public enemy, rapper at large | |
Who's known throughout the industry for pullin niggaz cards | |
You know the situation, zulu nation | |
Never forget the bronx because the bronx the foundation | |
Fat joe, a.k.a. joey crack | |
Niggaz be like he's fat, bitches be like he's all that | |
Motherfuckers know my rep, i never fronted | |
Niggaz be talkin mad shit, but they don't want it | |
It's the realer mc, the drug dealer mc | |
If a nigga fake jax, i'm gonna kill a mc | |
Yeah, you can't handle the truth | |
Fuck around and get thrown off the project roof | |
Mad lives have been lost and forgotten | |
Niggaz better watch they back, the big apple's gone rotten | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true | |
{"that's all i ask of you.."} | |
When i step in the jam all eyes are on me | |
Sold out crowds, with curiosity | |
Everybody wants to know, could the man still flip it? | |
Microphone gifted, unrealistic | |
Comin with the bomb bass for the underground heads | |
Flex got the most, serge got the landspread | |
Keepin shit real, niggaz know the deal | |
Just through trial and comin down on appeal | |
Microphone joe i own it, bitches wanna bone it | |
Blowin out the tweeters in your musical component | |
It's your man fat joe, oh, is that so? | |
You remember me from, "you know ya got to flow" | |
One time for your mind off the top of a dome | |
Never leave for home without the motherfuckin chrome | |
Word to tone, big daddy, i know he's chillin | |
Peace to all the villains out of state makin millions cause ah | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true | |
{"that's all i ask of you.."} | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true | |
{"that's all i ask of you.."} | |
From the bronx to queensbridge, on back to redhook | |
Never lost a gram on any eighth that i cooked | |
Fat joe, army fatigue and black chuckers | |
Hardcore lyrics to all my real motherfuckers | |
I'm tryin to see cream, in the millions, retire | |
And go play golf with russell simmons | |
That's the type of mission that i'm on | |
Aiyyo my word is bond, i keep a army just as deep as farrakhan | |
You.. can't.. deal with the man | |
Who be holdin down the fort with the gauge in his hand | |
I know you love the way i grab the mic and spark it | |
You hookers'll never get your hands inside my pockets | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true | |
{"that's all i ask of you.."} | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true | |
{"that's all i ask of you.."} | |
{*"everybody knows fat joe's in town.."*} |
zuo qu : TERRENCE THORNTON GENE THORNTON JR WRITERS UNKNOWN | |
zuo ci : Fat Joe, L. E. S, Nakamura ... | |
dj cuts " guess who' s back?" | |
fat joe | |
Yeah.. | |
The fat gangsta.. | |
Here comes the nigga from the east | |
Who just been crowned for most hated by police | |
The public enemy, rapper at large | |
Who' s known throughout the industry for pullin niggaz cards | |
You know the situation, zulu nation | |
Never forget the bronx because the bronx the foundation | |
Fat joe, a. k. a. joey crack | |
Niggaz be like he' s fat, bitches be like he' s all that | |
Motherfuckers know my rep, i never fronted | |
Niggaz be talkin mad shit, but they don' t want it | |
It' s the realer mc, the drug dealer mc | |
If a nigga fake jax, i' m gonna kill a mc | |
Yeah, you can' t handle the truth | |
Fuck around and get thrown off the project roof | |
Mad lives have been lost and forgotten | |
Niggaz better watch they back, the big apple' s gone rotten | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
When i step in the jam all eyes are on me | |
Sold out crowds, with curiosity | |
Everybody wants to know, could the man still flip it? | |
Microphone gifted, unrealistic | |
Comin with the bomb bass for the underground heads | |
Flex got the most, serge got the landspread | |
Keepin shit real, niggaz know the deal | |
Just through trial and comin down on appeal | |
Microphone joe i own it, bitches wanna bone it | |
Blowin out the tweeters in your musical component | |
It' s your man fat joe, oh, is that so? | |
You remember me from, " you know ya got to flow" | |
One time for your mind off the top of a dome | |
Never leave for home without the motherfuckin chrome | |
Word to tone, big daddy, i know he' s chillin | |
Peace to all the villains out of state makin millions cause ah | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
From the bronx to queensbridge, on back to redhook | |
Never lost a gram on any eighth that i cooked | |
Fat joe, army fatigue and black chuckers | |
Hardcore lyrics to all my real motherfuckers | |
I' m tryin to see cream, in the millions, retire | |
And go play golf with russell simmons | |
That' s the type of mission that i' m on | |
Aiyyo my word is bond, i keep a army just as deep as farrakhan | |
You.. can' t.. deal with the man | |
Who be holdin down the fort with the gauge in his hand | |
I know you love the way i grab the mic and spark it | |
You hookers' ll never get your hands inside my pockets | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
" everybody knows fat joe' s in town.." |
zuò qǔ : TERRENCE THORNTON GENE THORNTON JR WRITERS UNKNOWN | |
zuò cí : Fat Joe, L. E. S, Nakamura ... | |
dj cuts " guess who' s back?" | |
fat joe | |
Yeah.. | |
The fat gangsta.. | |
Here comes the nigga from the east | |
Who just been crowned for most hated by police | |
The public enemy, rapper at large | |
Who' s known throughout the industry for pullin niggaz cards | |
You know the situation, zulu nation | |
Never forget the bronx because the bronx the foundation | |
Fat joe, a. k. a. joey crack | |
Niggaz be like he' s fat, bitches be like he' s all that | |
Motherfuckers know my rep, i never fronted | |
Niggaz be talkin mad shit, but they don' t want it | |
It' s the realer mc, the drug dealer mc | |
If a nigga fake jax, i' m gonna kill a mc | |
Yeah, you can' t handle the truth | |
Fuck around and get thrown off the project roof | |
Mad lives have been lost and forgotten | |
Niggaz better watch they back, the big apple' s gone rotten | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
When i step in the jam all eyes are on me | |
Sold out crowds, with curiosity | |
Everybody wants to know, could the man still flip it? | |
Microphone gifted, unrealistic | |
Comin with the bomb bass for the underground heads | |
Flex got the most, serge got the landspread | |
Keepin shit real, niggaz know the deal | |
Just through trial and comin down on appeal | |
Microphone joe i own it, bitches wanna bone it | |
Blowin out the tweeters in your musical component | |
It' s your man fat joe, oh, is that so? | |
You remember me from, " you know ya got to flow" | |
One time for your mind off the top of a dome | |
Never leave for home without the motherfuckin chrome | |
Word to tone, big daddy, i know he' s chillin | |
Peace to all the villains out of state makin millions cause ah | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
From the bronx to queensbridge, on back to redhook | |
Never lost a gram on any eighth that i cooked | |
Fat joe, army fatigue and black chuckers | |
Hardcore lyrics to all my real motherfuckers | |
I' m tryin to see cream, in the millions, retire | |
And go play golf with russell simmons | |
That' s the type of mission that i' m on | |
Aiyyo my word is bond, i keep a army just as deep as farrakhan | |
You.. can' t.. deal with the man | |
Who be holdin down the fort with the gauge in his hand | |
I know you love the way i grab the mic and spark it | |
You hookers' ll never get your hands inside my pockets | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
Microphone check, one two one two | |
Shouts to the east and the west coast crew | |
Whatever you do, keep this hiphop shit true | |
" that' s all i ask of you.." | |
" everybody knows fat joe' s in town.." |