Tekst:
[fat joe]
Yeah uhh
You know what this is
The fat gangsta!!!
[chorus]
[tony sunshine]
Maybe it’s the ts chain (I got em right)
Maybe it’s that escalade (come get em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit u (keep sayin that)
I don’t know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Is gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
[verse 1]
[fat joe]
I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing
But when you rich, ain’t nuthin to do but fuckin hang
Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change
Keep mah ladies lookin good, when they touch the range
Never fuck wit a bitch, if she cant be trained
Never leave wit a chick, if she don’t give brain
We could leave on trip, I got a private plane
I don’t fly, but we could park it up and blaze
Joe’s the god
And I know you need somethin to praise
Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved
Uhh, it’s not mah fualt if they love the kid
It might be the chain or the whip
I don’t know what it is
[chorus]
[verse 2]
[remy ma]
Umm, I don’t mean no harm
But their ain’t a chick sicka then remy ma
And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit rem
And I don’t turn em away
I’m like, I’m the bomb now
Wheres your gurl, don’t matter to me
I’m way out of her league
She cant keep up to mah speed
Shes weak, she don’t need to smoke weed
And wherever she’s at
Is where she should be
Now, wheres your wife, I don’t care
I’ll be at the crib, when she ain’t there
Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair
Take me out on trips and pay the fare
Maybe
[chorus]
[verse 3]
[fat joe]
Damn, look at all the rocks he got
Ferrari drop 360,hard to top
The party’s hot,all white linen affair
Im doin the suit thang, white nike airs
I’m in the middle of the crowd, like the don is here
Shorty whistlin in mah ear
Told me what she wanna hear,she said
"we thuggin
Smokin on sumthin
Down to leave wit ya’ll, as long as y’all fuckin"
Woo, thas how you do that there
See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here
We ridin,she drivin
On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin
[chorus]
[tony sunshine]
Maybe it’s the ts chain (I got em right)
Maybe it’s that escalade (come get em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit u (keep sayin that)
I don’t know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
Gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
[chorus]
Yeah uhh
You know what this is
The fat gangsta!!!
[chorus]
[tony sunshine]
Maybe it’s the ts chain (I got em right)
Maybe it’s that escalade (come get em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit u (keep sayin that)
I don’t know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Is gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
[verse 1]
[fat joe]
I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing
But when you rich, ain’t nuthin to do but fuckin hang
Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change
Keep mah ladies lookin good, when they touch the range
Never fuck wit a bitch, if she cant be trained
Never leave wit a chick, if she don’t give brain
We could leave on trip, I got a private plane
I don’t fly, but we could park it up and blaze
Joe’s the god
And I know you need somethin to praise
Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved
Uhh, it’s not mah fualt if they love the kid
It might be the chain or the whip
I don’t know what it is
[chorus]
[verse 2]
[remy ma]
Umm, I don’t mean no harm
But their ain’t a chick sicka then remy ma
And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit rem
And I don’t turn em away
I’m like, I’m the bomb now
Wheres your gurl, don’t matter to me
I’m way out of her league
She cant keep up to mah speed
Shes weak, she don’t need to smoke weed
And wherever she’s at
Is where she should be
Now, wheres your wife, I don’t care
I’ll be at the crib, when she ain’t there
Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair
Take me out on trips and pay the fare
Maybe
[chorus]
[verse 3]
[fat joe]
Damn, look at all the rocks he got
Ferrari drop 360,hard to top
The party’s hot,all white linen affair
Im doin the suit thang, white nike airs
I’m in the middle of the crowd, like the don is here
Shorty whistlin in mah ear
Told me what she wanna hear,she said
"we thuggin
Smokin on sumthin
Down to leave wit ya’ll, as long as y’all fuckin"
Woo, thas how you do that there
See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here
We ridin,she drivin
On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin
[chorus]
[tony sunshine]
Maybe it’s the ts chain (I got em right)
Maybe it’s that escalade (come get em right)
Maybe it’s the way I do (keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit u (keep sayin that)
I don’t know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
Gon leave wit me
Gon creep wit me
Gon freak wit me
Gon leave wit me
[chorus]
