Fat Joe, Cherlise - Music lyrics

Coca! Krillz mania
BX, TS 'til I die muh'fuckersssss
CRACK'! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!

Yeah, wave hi at the bad guy
And you can ice grill when I drive by
See if I be givin a fuck
My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked
Ha ha, shit a nigga just came off tour
Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour
I 'member when I used to
Have to play that hard
Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all
A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ball
So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw
My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack
Used to love graffiti, so I made it my tag
Me and Tone Montana we
Was bangin them hammers
Before New York niggas, ever wore bandanas
Got so much money, a nigga would abuse it
Then I left the streets alone for
The love of the music
You know I never dreamed that
I could be perfect
Cause that's the only thing
That I've ever been, ohh
And when I look back on my
Life it's all worth it
Because I know I know my people believe me
I do it for love

Yeah, yo they say Joe too selfish
He won't let us in the door
I say shit I could have left
Pun in front of that store
Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill
Where every other day another
Nigga get killed
They say what's Cool without Dre?
I say shit
What if them niggas never met Jose?
Hell 'Ve was a great DJ
Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy
What if I would have told
Khaled to stop buggin me?
He'd probably never be President
Of that company
Shit you probably woulda never
Heard the movement
I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit
Scott Storch is the best
They kept sleepin on him
Cause he's a white boy
He kept ghostbeatin for 'em
Dropped "Lean Back
" then that shit hit and guess what?
I made the nigga rich cocksuckers!

I was never into girls
I was just into my music
Dropped so many hit's
Still them niggas just confuse it
Went to my old school
Gave 'em some computers
And the niggas in the hood still
Be sayin I don't do shit
Bein they ain't got no love in they hearts
I just moved to Miami
Copped a crib and a yacht
I bought my little daughter
An equestrian park now she's ridin horses
Tell me that ain't hot sade, Luther Vandross
Stephanie Mills, El DeBarge
I used to look at them like Gods
Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard?
Bye? boricua, why you hatin on me papi?
It's been sweet 16
Still them haters can't stop me
In fact man I'm just like Rocky
Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping

Yeah, man I did it for the music!
I did it for the love
Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm
Performin for your mother
And your girl can't even be
With my family man
You know what? Be careful what you wish for
Joe Crack's here to let you know the
Workin man is not a SUCKER
9 to 5 man you get to go
Home and be wit'cha kids man
I'm in Budapest somewhere
I'm in Africa where the
Heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!