Fat Joe Music Lyrics

Jealous Ones Still Envy 2 (J.O.S.E. 2) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Winding on Me
  • 2 Joey Don't Do It
  • 3 One
  • 4 Aloha
  • 5 Put Ya in Da Game
  • 6 Congratulations
  • 7 Porn Star
  • 8 Cupcake
  • 9 Ice Cream
  • 10 Okay Okay
  • 11 Blackout
  • 12 Music
  • (feat. Cherlise)

    [Fat Joe]
    BX, T.S. 'til I die muh'fuckersssss
    CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!

    Yeah, wave hi at the bad guy
    And you can ice grill when I drive by
    See if I be givin a fuck
    My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
    Ha ha, shit a nigga just came off tour
    Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
    I 'member when I used to have to play that hard
    Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all
    A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ball
    So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw
    My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack
    Used to love graffiti, so I made it my tag
    Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them hammers
    before New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas
    Got so much money, a nigga would abuse it
    Then I left the streets alone for the love of the music

    [Chorus: Cherlise]
    You know I never dreamed that I could be perfect
    Cause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh
    And when I look back on my life it's all worth it
    Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love

    [Fat Joe]
    Yeah, yo
    They say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the door
    I say shit I could have left Pun in front of that store
    Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill
    Where every other day another nigga get killed
    They say what's Cool without Dre?
    I say shit, what if them niggaz never met Jose?
    Hell 'Ve was a great DJ
    Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy
    What if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me?
    He'd probably never be President of that company
    Shit you probably woulda never heard the movement
    I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit
    Scott Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him
    Cause he's a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em
    Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what?
    I made the nigga rich cocksuckers!


    [Fat Joe]
    I was never into girls, I was just into my music
    Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it
    Went to my old school, gave 'em some computers
    And the niggaz in the hood still be sayin I don't do shit
    Bein they ain't got no love in they hearts
    I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht
    I bought my little daughter an equestrian park
    Now she's ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot
    Sade, Luther Vandross
    Stephanie Mills, El DeBarge
    I used to look at them like Gods
    Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard?
    Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me papi?
    It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't stop me
    In fact man I'm just like Rocky
    Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping


    [Fat Joe - over Chorus]
    Yeah, man I did it for the music!
    I did it for the love
    Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother
    and your girl... can't even be with my family man
    You know what? Be careful what you wish for
    Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER
    9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha kids man
    I'm in Budapest somewhere
    I'm in Africa where the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!

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