Fat Joe, Dre - DarkSide lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, Dre - DarkSide lyrics]
Boogie Down Productions was the
Soundtrack to my life
I was bumpin' that while I was
Pumpin' crack all through the night
Cuban Links got dipped in gold
I flooded that shit out with ice
And put, the size of
We the ones they callin' when they
Need to spray the block
'Cause, I got shooters on the corner
Guaranteed to hit the shot
Jesus Shuttlesworth, you know we got it for
Movin' turkeys all through Christmas
Bricks, we caught 'em by the balls
Stunt on y'all, rose gold Rollie presidential
Hunnid racks on me, that's the bare essential
Don't tell the Feds though
They got me for a ticket
But when I touch the town
I'm droppin' 50 on the strippers
Darkside 3
Lord provide me With a couple real
Niggas that'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds, yeah, yeah
Darkside 3
Lord provide me With a couple real
Bitches that'll hold it down
They gon' be around to lay it down, yeah
Yeah, uh
I'm boardin' up Knox this bitch
To the Trayvon rally
Hit 'em with conscious shit
She givin' me brain in the alley
Leave the curtains open on purpose
To let a bitch see
Is she curious? I put her on
To what the lick be most of these rappers is
Actors buyin' they entourages
Writin' scripts to the judge just
To duck a few charges
Tom Ford suit's slingin' them pies
Try to hang me out to
Dry for my criminal ties, uh
Wet and yay way before I ever made the tape
Closed caskets
A ghetto bastard's still an open case
Crocodile tears
You niggas never bust your gun
Elementary, bitch
Picture your last to your son
Darkside 3
Lord, provide me with a couple real
Niggas that'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds, yeah, yeah
With a couple real bitches
That'll hold it down
They gon' be around to lay it down, yeah
Soundtrack to my life
I was bumpin' that while I was
Pumpin' crack all through the night
Cuban Links got dipped in gold
I flooded that shit out with ice
And put, the size of
We the ones they callin' when they
Need to spray the block
'Cause, I got shooters on the corner
Guaranteed to hit the shot
Jesus Shuttlesworth, you know we got it for
Movin' turkeys all through Christmas
Bricks, we caught 'em by the balls
Stunt on y'all, rose gold Rollie presidential
Hunnid racks on me, that's the bare essential
Don't tell the Feds though
They got me for a ticket
But when I touch the town
I'm droppin' 50 on the strippers
Darkside 3
Lord provide me With a couple real
Niggas that'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds, yeah, yeah
Darkside 3
Lord provide me With a couple real
Bitches that'll hold it down
They gon' be around to lay it down, yeah
Yeah, uh
I'm boardin' up Knox this bitch
To the Trayvon rally
Hit 'em with conscious shit
She givin' me brain in the alley
Leave the curtains open on purpose
To let a bitch see
Is she curious? I put her on
To what the lick be most of these rappers is
Actors buyin' they entourages
Writin' scripts to the judge just
To duck a few charges
Tom Ford suit's slingin' them pies
Try to hang me out to
Dry for my criminal ties, uh
Wet and yay way before I ever made the tape
Closed caskets
A ghetto bastard's still an open case
Crocodile tears
You niggas never bust your gun
Elementary, bitch
Picture your last to your son
Darkside 3
Lord, provide me with a couple real
Niggas that'll hold it down
That'll bust some rounds, yeah, yeah
With a couple real bitches
That'll hold it down
They gon' be around to lay it down, yeah