Fat Joe, French Montana - Welcome To The Darkside lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, French Montana - Welcome To The Darkside lyrics]
Before you get ya head, blown, off
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Before you get ya head blown off
I got a big sawed-off, rinnnn'
Hang you with the shoulder strap, ohhhhh
Black gun, black car, black ones
Black card, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh
We the black mob, everything black, dog
Welcome to the darkside (Joe, Crack)
Darkside (Joe, Crack)
Darkside (Joe, Crack) darkside
Black car, black ones
Black card, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh
We the black mob, everything black, dog
Yeah, uhh darkside, woo!
Go, go - what's this phenomenon?
Rose, gold - prezzie on my arm
Straps you with precision, math
Do the division crack ruin my vision
Now all I do is the kitchen
I wanted to ball, maybe for Gramblin' steak
Now all I do is ball
I started slingin' eighths
Halves, wholes, everyone around me
Cash, rules, everything around me
Make it rain, make it, make it, make it rain
Whoa
I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
Whoa pop, that, pussy, bitch
Pop, bottles, in this, bitch
Before you get ya head blown off
I got a big sawed-off, rinnnn'
Hang you with the shoulder strap, ohhhhh
Black gun, black car, black ones
Black card, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh
We the black mob, everything black, dog
Welcome to the darkside (Joe, Crack)
Darkside (Joe, Crack)
Darkside (Joe, Crack) darkside
Black car, black ones
Black card, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh
We the black mob, everything black, dog
Yeah, woo! Go, go - what's this phenomenon?
Rolls, Royce - steerin' wheel in my palm
Push it down, push it down, where? 8th Ave
Hundred rounds, hundred rounds
Where? St annes fuck talkin' we clappin'
(clappin') fuck walkin' we traffic (traffic)
You movin' out the projects
We movin that package
You snitchin' and rattin'
(rattin') you bitch and you askin'
You'll look up to me nigga
Even if it's in a casket
Oh, God, exportin' baby
Joe, hard, it's Coca baby
Pop, that, pussy, bitch
Pop, bottles, in this, bitch
Before you get ya head blown off
I got a big sawed-off, rinnnn'
Hang you with the shoulder strap, ohhhhh
Black gun, black car, black ones
Black card, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh
We the black mob, everything black, dog
Welcome to the darkside (Joe, Crack)
Darkside (Joe, Crack)
Darkside (Joe, Crack) darkside
Black car, black ones
Black card, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh
We the black mob, everything black, dog