Fat Joe — Livin Fat
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Livin Fat Fat Joe03:38
Текст песни: Livin Fat
Livin’ Fat Lyrics[Intro] Yeah! Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out [Verse 1] Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this? I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless Niggas be tryin' to front the role When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold At least, kickin' the funky styles that you wanna hear Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear I'll be rippin' the mic, clockin' dough, stickin' the hoes After every single show, you know (Know) One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want? When I step on stage, I'm second to none Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah Talkin' about the way I rock a party Niggas must be thinkin' that I'm high or drunk on Bacardi I be hippin' and hoppin', rockin' and shockin', the whole rap scene I'm mean, my favorite color is green I guess that's why they call it the blues Your money you lose 'cause you choose to disrespect and neglect The skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that, son Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done So don't fake moves 'cause I never fall That's how I'm livin' Hey yo, I'm livin' fat y'all [Chorus] I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat Hey yo, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat Hey yo, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat Hey yo, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat Hey yo, I'm livin' fat [Verse 2] Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile Niggas don't want the funk because they know I'm buckwild Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit While I be rippin' the microphone and all my records are hits The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow I be freakin' the funk, not fakin' the funk, you're facin' a punk, yeah Fuck around and you'll be layin' in the dumps I got props, believe it or not I never got caught because I pay off the cops, yeah One of the livest niggas in New York Sometimes I be chillin' with Son Sometimes I be chillin' with Hawk You know that Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too I gotta be sayin' 'peace,"' to the Boogie, the Bronx crew Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack So now you know the flav and you know the time Brothers always be tellin' me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme?" So I don't front on my peeps Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall Ask how I'm livin', hey yo, I'm livin Fat, y'all [Chorus] I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat [Outro] Ayo, I'm livin' fat Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out
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