Fat Joe - 9th Wonder lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe - 9th Wonder lyrics]
Darkside! You know it mean more to me when
A nigga really live them lyrics, you know?
Yeah i mean, like when I listen to
A nigga, I be like, 'yeah, i remember'
Uh hah, I don't really remember them niggas
Puttin' it down like that
Wonder why the flow retarded
'Cause the shit we author authentic
More realer than you fake niggas pretendin'
Uh late night long drives our main agenda
Get money, fuck every bitch before we end up
Dead in the pine box
Make sure it's a hunnid thousand
I grew up in public housin'
Boilin' crack in water fountains
Youngin on the park bench fantasizin'
Same spot he got shot and
They can't revive him
Darkside is a tail of addictions
Turn your moms into a fiend
'cause you addicted to pitchin'
Uh You gotta get the Cuban three kilos
Giovanci, the heat's on me
Got knocked, turned quiet
Bet ya sing off key
Nah, man, I stay Cool like DRE
Livin, rooms with swimmin
Pools filled with PYT's
Fresh pair of J's and some PRPs, you know?
Yeah, uh
Just me and my bitch in the two-seater
Mink flow in the wind that'll move PETA
Give me a pot and a stove
And I could move pieces
Thirty six of them O's, I bought a Mona Lisa
Got more white chicks than a sorority house
While Fox News quick to point minorities out
I got a Mexicana chick, bad Dominicana
Pointed her out the crowd and
Her son's a punta cana
Put her in some pumps and designer Chanels
She got a pussy wet enough to
Douse the fires in hell
Got the iron on my seat
And I pull up blastin'
9th Wonder on the beat and
It's a fuckin' classic
Uh yeah
I wanna shoutout my brother Brent TAT
Bio, Nice and BG shoutout to Shane 125th!
Uh cope 2 I see you, forever king
A nigga really live them lyrics, you know?
Yeah i mean, like when I listen to
A nigga, I be like, 'yeah, i remember'
Uh hah, I don't really remember them niggas
Puttin' it down like that
Wonder why the flow retarded
'Cause the shit we author authentic
More realer than you fake niggas pretendin'
Uh late night long drives our main agenda
Get money, fuck every bitch before we end up
Dead in the pine box
Make sure it's a hunnid thousand
I grew up in public housin'
Boilin' crack in water fountains
Youngin on the park bench fantasizin'
Same spot he got shot and
They can't revive him
Darkside is a tail of addictions
Turn your moms into a fiend
'cause you addicted to pitchin'
Uh You gotta get the Cuban three kilos
Giovanci, the heat's on me
Got knocked, turned quiet
Bet ya sing off key
Nah, man, I stay Cool like DRE
Livin, rooms with swimmin
Pools filled with PYT's
Fresh pair of J's and some PRPs, you know?
Yeah, uh
Just me and my bitch in the two-seater
Mink flow in the wind that'll move PETA
Give me a pot and a stove
And I could move pieces
Thirty six of them O's, I bought a Mona Lisa
Got more white chicks than a sorority house
While Fox News quick to point minorities out
I got a Mexicana chick, bad Dominicana
Pointed her out the crowd and
Her son's a punta cana
Put her in some pumps and designer Chanels
She got a pussy wet enough to
Douse the fires in hell
Got the iron on my seat
And I pull up blastin'
9th Wonder on the beat and
It's a fuckin' classic
Uh yeah
I wanna shoutout my brother Brent TAT
Bio, Nice and BG shoutout to Shane 125th!
Uh cope 2 I see you, forever king