Fat Joe - That White lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe - That White lyrics]
Fat Joe, Joe Crack, shit's all the same
Old rusty ass block from which I came
Fat boy big dreams, Mac-10, the vest
When Mac-10 shoot teams try to
Shoot up the set
But, I'm a G nigga, I'll loosen the Tec
Wet the whole block
Sip Grey Goose in the jet
Pzhooom back to the Boogie
Backpack rappers they should have a plaque
In the Boogie of me'!
You know why? Number one hustler
I opened up the floodgates
My "Flow Joe" customers
But still take time out to pray every Sunday
The watch is sick, the chain is Alaska
Whip so many
(P's) now they callin me the +Master+
UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white
I've been slingin it all day
We cookin it all night
It's on with the don, never let shit slide
Have your ass wear a patch
Like Slick Rick's eye
Talk money, there's so much money
I can't even count gotta put it on a scale
Ten grand weigh a ounce
Same corner all week
Got the scene closed off
Should be draft in the league the
Way I pass those off
Coca! Now you know it's me
I was always G, you a sometimes thug
You fake hustle in your hustle
And you sometimes drug
You ask if a nigga kill
Yeah I sometimes does, cRACK!
Primo whattup my nigga, ha ha
We had to touch it again you heard me
"Shit Is Real" you heard me
Shit on these fuck-boys, you heard me?
Thank God for that whiiiiiiiite
Crack! Coca! Krillz mania
Macho whattup nigga? (Big L rest in peace)
Old rusty ass block from which I came
Fat boy big dreams, Mac-10, the vest
When Mac-10 shoot teams try to
Shoot up the set
But, I'm a G nigga, I'll loosen the Tec
Wet the whole block
Sip Grey Goose in the jet
Pzhooom back to the Boogie
Backpack rappers they should have a plaque
In the Boogie of me'!
You know why? Number one hustler
I opened up the floodgates
My "Flow Joe" customers
But still take time out to pray every Sunday
The watch is sick, the chain is Alaska
Whip so many
(P's) now they callin me the +Master+
UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white
I've been slingin it all day
We cookin it all night
It's on with the don, never let shit slide
Have your ass wear a patch
Like Slick Rick's eye
Talk money, there's so much money
I can't even count gotta put it on a scale
Ten grand weigh a ounce
Same corner all week
Got the scene closed off
Should be draft in the league the
Way I pass those off
Coca! Now you know it's me
I was always G, you a sometimes thug
You fake hustle in your hustle
And you sometimes drug
You ask if a nigga kill
Yeah I sometimes does, cRACK!
Primo whattup my nigga, ha ha
We had to touch it again you heard me
"Shit Is Real" you heard me
Shit on these fuck-boys, you heard me?
Thank God for that whiiiiiiiite
Crack! Coca! Krillz mania
Macho whattup nigga? (Big L rest in peace)