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Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - Livin Fat



Yeah!

Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out

Would you believe that fat joe would flip a style like this?

I cant get played, cause I roll with baby chris, nevertheless

Niggaz be tryin to front the role

When everybody knows, Im gonna go gold

At least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear

Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear

Ill 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 dont try to front

Aint nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?

When I step on stage, Im second to none

Makin mcs run, without the use of a gun, yeah

Talkin about the way I rock a party

Niggaz must be thinkin that Im high, or drunk on bacardi

I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene

Im mean, my favorite color is green

I guess thats why they call it the blues

Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect

The skills of the fat one, but Im all that son

Gimme the microphone and ima show you how its gonna be done

So dont fake moves, cause I never fall

Thats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yall

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Hey yo Im livin fat

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Yo Im livin fat

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Yo Im livin fat

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Look at the way I freak this style, Im versatile

Niggaz dont want the funk, because they know Im 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, Im on the down low

I chill with lord finesse, you know I got the flow

I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, youre facin a punk, yeah

Fuck around and youll be layin in ? v-ducts?

I got props, believe it or not

I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah

One of the livest niggaz 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 dont you kick a fat rhyme"

So I dont front on my peeps

Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace g

So dont try to step to dis, you know you take a fall

Thats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yall

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Aiyyo Im livin fat

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Aiyyo Im livin fat

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Aiyyo Im livin fat

Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)

Aiyyo Im livin fat!

Ninety-three, lord finesse, fat joe, diamond d

Showbiz and a.g., d.i.t.c. and Im out

 

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