Ultimate Force, Fat Joe - C'mon lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ultimate Force, Fat Joe - C'mon lyrics]
Microphone check one-two
I'm here to represent for the
Diggin' In the Crates Crew
And if you didn't tell
It's the bigger brother
Sometimes you can catch me
With a undercover lover
I come from the Bronx AKA the Boogie Down
Used to get dough down low out of town
Now I'm makin' records, so check it
Every time I grab the mic you
Know I'm gonna wreck it
Yeah, the name is Fat Joe
Diamond got the back i'm gonna get paid
Get laid and keep funds by the stack
Everybody knows the style is lethal
Fake MC's and wanna-be's, I see through
You better make way 'cause Fat Daddy is home
I gotta say rest in peace, to my man Tone
Montana, and yo, he had juice like Tropicana
His father's from San Juan
My father's from Havana
Cuba, girls give me blow like a tuba
When I hit skins, you know I wear the lubri-
Cation, peace to the whole Zulu Nation
If you step to the crew
Well then you're facin', elimination
Now it's time to show and prove
And everybody stand back and watch me move
Yeah, Fat Joe! (here we go)
Diamond D! (here we go) yeah, Master Rob!
Yeah
My rhymes are hotter than a cajun in the sun
And I used to pack a ton
But that was just for fun (Damn)
It's Rob and Diamond on another hot track
And it's, ill for real
So watch the money stack
And in fact, the shit takes me way, way back
To mockneck, Cazels and AJ slacks
Like back in the days in
A project called Forest
That crazy neighborhood down the
Block from Morris
We used to play hookey, to hang out with Joe
We would slay hookers like three in a row
(that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
And then we'd spark a L but
Them ho's had to go
Joe'd hit the beat, then Rob'd catch the flow
And after couple of hours then
It's off to the show
So now you know, now on to the next plateau
(The Hip Hop) fanatic (voice) , operatic
Cute ladies gaspin' for air
Like they was asthmatic
(Delivery) , on time (battle) , it's showtime
I'm hotter than wartime 'cause
I'm gonna get mine
(The rhymes) , like butter (the rhymes)
Did I stutter? Rob keeps it gutter
Go fuck with another brother
(Fo' sho') , I thought you knew (the crew)
Is Zulu too true to Hip Hop for them to undo
(The label) , Strong City (the rivals)
I pity the Original Jazzy Jay who
Always keeps it gritty
(The end) , What son? (It's over)
I'm never done the rapper phenomenon
I done already dust 'em one (We outta here)
I'm here to represent for the
Diggin' In the Crates Crew
And if you didn't tell
It's the bigger brother
Sometimes you can catch me
With a undercover lover
I come from the Bronx AKA the Boogie Down
Used to get dough down low out of town
Now I'm makin' records, so check it
Every time I grab the mic you
Know I'm gonna wreck it
Yeah, the name is Fat Joe
Diamond got the back i'm gonna get paid
Get laid and keep funds by the stack
Everybody knows the style is lethal
Fake MC's and wanna-be's, I see through
You better make way 'cause Fat Daddy is home
I gotta say rest in peace, to my man Tone
Montana, and yo, he had juice like Tropicana
His father's from San Juan
My father's from Havana
Cuba, girls give me blow like a tuba
When I hit skins, you know I wear the lubri-
Cation, peace to the whole Zulu Nation
If you step to the crew
Well then you're facin', elimination
Now it's time to show and prove
And everybody stand back and watch me move
Yeah, Fat Joe! (here we go)
Diamond D! (here we go) yeah, Master Rob!
Yeah
My rhymes are hotter than a cajun in the sun
And I used to pack a ton
But that was just for fun (Damn)
It's Rob and Diamond on another hot track
And it's, ill for real
So watch the money stack
And in fact, the shit takes me way, way back
To mockneck, Cazels and AJ slacks
Like back in the days in
A project called Forest
That crazy neighborhood down the
Block from Morris
We used to play hookey, to hang out with Joe
We would slay hookers like three in a row
(that's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
And then we'd spark a L but
Them ho's had to go
Joe'd hit the beat, then Rob'd catch the flow
And after couple of hours then
It's off to the show
So now you know, now on to the next plateau
(The Hip Hop) fanatic (voice) , operatic
Cute ladies gaspin' for air
Like they was asthmatic
(Delivery) , on time (battle) , it's showtime
I'm hotter than wartime 'cause
I'm gonna get mine
(The rhymes) , like butter (the rhymes)
Did I stutter? Rob keeps it gutter
Go fuck with another brother
(Fo' sho') , I thought you knew (the crew)
Is Zulu too true to Hip Hop for them to undo
(The label) , Strong City (the rivals)
I pity the Original Jazzy Jay who
Always keeps it gritty
(The end) , What son? (It's over)
I'm never done the rapper phenomenon
I done already dust 'em one (We outta here)