You ain't smokin' my lye, pushin' my ride And if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by All you bitches just walk on by Just walk on by See ya later, yeah
my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by All you bitches just walk on by Verse 2-Fat Joe I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah met her backstage
Übersetzung: Fat Joe. Walk On By.
ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by All you bitches just walk on by Verse 2-Fat Joe I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah met her backstage
on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some shit, niggaz call
on dumb shit On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on Jump into a casket and get your
head with rocks in socks, glock on cock Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on Throw
ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat
plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets [Wyclef:] I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa
so dark and me hat so low Me never ever ask to become solo Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [Verse 1 - Fat Joe
Fat Joe] Ain't no shawty like the one I got Take the work from your crib all day in the spot I mean ya'll holla when she walked in the block But she only
brown If you down we can bounce right now, pick up a pound Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now [ chorus ] [ outro: fat joe ] No
a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta Fat Joe
with a monkey ridin' on your back Got to get up to get down,get on over the hump Let your feelings flow and adrenalin pump (ugh) Stay on your guard,never
e yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate
Capri, yachts with the helipad, Introduce her to my moms cause she?s hell of bad. I guess if you seek it you?ll enjoy a love that?s created by a girl
the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off punks (Yeah) And suckers were scared to death, every time I walked by I hear them niggaz take their last
nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook Sing to 'em niggaz ["Joe