Top Songs By Fat Joe
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Performer
Chris Feinstein
Bass Guitar
Fatjoe
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Lyons
Songwriter
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Ty Fyffe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Dekorte
Assistant Engineer
Toshikazu Yoshioka
Assistant Engineer
Nick Howard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rob "Reef" Tewlow
Associate Producer
Ty Fyffe
Producer
Armageddon
Executive Producer
Fatjoe
Executive Producer
Supa Engineer DURO
Mixing Engineer
Christian Delator
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, mami just like that, bend down, grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn, should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna cop back
Is it ya motion causin' all this commotion?
Forget **** you even got bitches approachin'
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm lovin' the shine
Who else could it be but the squad's O.G?
Be laid up with chicks that resemble Kamora Lee
Half black, Japanese and somethin'
Ménages, orgies believe me it's nothin'
The girls want the facts, got to feed 'em the lies
Who else can have you swimmin' in wealth the blink of an eye?
[Verse 2]
Big trucks, G rides, we fly, twenty-fo', what you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothin'
G4, yeah, just won't mix with my ride, keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothin'
Nice women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hood
Believe me its nothin'
Big trucks, G rides, we fly, T-Squad our time
Believe me is nothin'
[Verse 3]
Love from Harlem, even more for Brooklyn
Still got my name coverin' the walls at central bookin'
Haters want me, they love to slut me
Mad because my fat ass stay livin' comfy
Down in DR on the landin' strip
When record sales get low we back to advancin' bricks
Jack-of-all-trades, we do that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight effect when he come through
When pun died, half of you cried
The other half wanna see my demise, it was inevitable
The sqaud'll reach new heights, it's unforgettable
Follow the don is all we kept tellin' you
Once you down with the squad, you can never give up
No need to get ya jewel's back, let them other crews do that
It's so ironic that I'm under fire, I'm like wine, get better one time' you dick blowers
[Verse 4]
Big trucks, G rides, we fly, twenty-fo', what you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothin'
G4, yeah, just won't mix with my ride, keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothin'
Nice women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hood
Believe me its nothin'
Big trucks, G rides, we fly, T-Squad our time
Believe me is nothin'
[Verse 5]
Not dreamin', it's not a facade
It's just another platinum plaque to add to my garage
Ten years in the game and still goin' hard
Fuck a club, we flood the studio with broads
Uh, my whole life never been more focused
Joes the don, ask Jennifer Lopez
What the hell in the world did they do to provoke this?
The newspaper reported the scene was atrocious
And still find the time to please girls
Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
We been about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
Big cars, big chips, big Kris', its nothin'
[Verse 6]
Big trucks, G rides, we fly, twenty-fo', what you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothin'
G4, yeah, just won't mix with my ride, keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothin'
Nice women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hood
Believe me its nothin'
Big trucks, G rides, we fly, T-Squad our time
Believe me is nothin'
Written by: A. Lyons, Joseph Cartagena, Marcello Valenzano, Ty Fyffe