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Showing posts with label Fat Joe. Show all posts
Monday, October 29, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Checkin' For Me (Remix) - Bobby Valentino feat. Fat Joe
[Verse 1:]
Chillin' in the back of the club sittin sideways
Couldn't help but notice you shakin' that, tworkin' that thang
I wanna sample that, work with that, give me a try
Ain't no need for frontin, You want me
I can see it in your eyes (ooh, ooh yeah)
Shorty wanna pop a bottle (moet, cristal, or some alize')
She sho look good to me (Mama, baby from head to toe)
Shorty look like a model (So hot, she a perfect 10)
And I wanna take her home with me (it's plain to see)
[Chorus:]
I see you checkin me,
if you gonna make that move better make it quick
I see you checkin me,
Never really been the kinda guy that will chase a chick
Shorty's all over me,
But your the only one that I'm tryna kick it with
I see you checkin for me,
I see you checkin for me tonight
[Verse 2:]
Here's my phone number, girl you need to call me tonight
I'm usually not that forward, but i can't let you pass me by
Don't try to play no games, 'cause I know what you really want
Body language sayin' yes, there's nothing left to confess
Shorty wanna pop a bottle (moet, cristal, or some alize')
She sho look good to me (Mama, baby from head to toe)
Shorty look like a model (she's a perfect 10)
And I wanna take her home with me( Sooooooo)
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
The night is winding down
Last call for a drink or two
I just wanna groove with you baby
My car is whipped outside (outside)
Tell your girls your leaving with me
'cause, this is where you ought to be (beeeee, yeah)
Chillin' in the back of the club sittin sideways
Couldn't help but notice you shakin' that, tworkin' that thang
I wanna sample that, work with that, give me a try
Ain't no need for frontin, You want me
I can see it in your eyes (ooh, ooh yeah)
Shorty wanna pop a bottle (moet, cristal, or some alize')
She sho look good to me (Mama, baby from head to toe)
Shorty look like a model (So hot, she a perfect 10)
And I wanna take her home with me (it's plain to see)
[Chorus:]
I see you checkin me,
if you gonna make that move better make it quick
I see you checkin me,
Never really been the kinda guy that will chase a chick
Shorty's all over me,
But your the only one that I'm tryna kick it with
I see you checkin for me,
I see you checkin for me tonight
[Verse 2:]
Here's my phone number, girl you need to call me tonight
I'm usually not that forward, but i can't let you pass me by
Don't try to play no games, 'cause I know what you really want
Body language sayin' yes, there's nothing left to confess
Shorty wanna pop a bottle (moet, cristal, or some alize')
She sho look good to me (Mama, baby from head to toe)
Shorty look like a model (she's a perfect 10)
And I wanna take her home with me( Sooooooo)
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
The night is winding down
Last call for a drink or two
I just wanna groove with you baby
My car is whipped outside (outside)
Tell your girls your leaving with me
'cause, this is where you ought to be (beeeee, yeah)
Labels:
bobby valentino,
checkin' for me,
Fat Joe,
lyrics,
remix,
video
Friday, August 3, 2007
Make It Rain (Remix) - Fat Joe feat. Ace Mack, Birdman, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, R. Kelly and T.I
[Fat Joe]
Whoo
Roxan, its Kells B*tches
you don't have to turn off
the red light
Scotty!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch for terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this business of terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
[R. Kelly]
I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "Kell... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming each other's name
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they gettin' dirty dirty
Don't ask me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this, leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B but these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I talk with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play me
I take a chick to my room like cave man
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"
[hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Blat, Blat, Blat, Blat, hey Joey let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on ya
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat
[Birdman]
Fresh to deaf on 'em, we throwin money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
make it slow in the club, bitches know I paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rolls for my broad on them 23s (Stay Fly)
Goin' to the club, nigga in da new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G
[Hook]
[T.I.]
Come see me and Crack in the club flossin'
40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans
Yo real boss niggaz doin real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
Young Sam Rothstein, I'm with my goons
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
In da drop in January but it feel like June
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be categorying me
Any nigga like ta get a better salary to me
El capitan, King
Numero Uno
I flood pussy clubs
Ask any stripper you know
[Ace Mack]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4, girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like hustle money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money got a clip to protect it for me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Pop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my b
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck
[hook]
[R. Kelly]
make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
[Rick Ross]
I be reppin' my city, blowin hundreds & fiftys
If the head right, Ricky there ere' night
Joey I was listenin', blown up, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends, my money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm the boss (I'm the boss), I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor), make it rain (make it rain), on these haters (on these haters)
Get yo umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda
I'm the nigga that you scared of, cause no one can do it betta
[Fat Joe]
Joe crack, early 80's,
crack baby momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
TWERK that, drop IT BABY
Them perty ladies, they got me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I pop like 80
Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to BRING his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thrower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, Them vatos locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we parkin' lot pimpin'
(Bitch)
[hook]
Friday, June 29, 2007
I Don't Care - Ricky Martin feat. Amerie & Fat Joe
[Ricky]
Yea yea
[Fat Joe]
Crack Crack Crack!!
I don't care thats what ricky said
[Ricky]
I don’t care, I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I’d
Never love you the way that I did again
After all that you did to me
But I got to say
I don’t care, I just wanna be yours
And I am tryin’ everything in my power
To never ever say
Please come back to me
But I got to say
You promised me
We’d always be
You’d never let me go
You took the ring and all the things
that came with being my girl
A tragedy as I walked through that door
He had your feet up over the seat
All I heard was screaming
It was like a movie
Too real to me
That just can’t be my bride to be... No!
I was shocked as could be
never thinkin’ one day
I’d take this blow blow blow
I was startin’ to feel like
I should kill everything that was moving....Whoa!
I’ve never been in hell like this
Somebody wake me up
Chorus
I don’t care, I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I’d
Never love you the way that I did again
After all that you did to me
But I got to say
I don’t care, I just wanna to be yours and
I am tryin’ everything in my power
To never ever say
Please come back to me
But I got to say
The crazy part was that he
just kept going
’cause she was the only one
that had noticed me
Staring into the eyes
That I will one day call my babe
How could I’ve fallen so in love
With someone I’d known for years
And not even know that
She’d be the one
To reveal my worst my fears
It was like a movie
Too real to me
That just can’t be my bride to be... No!
I was shocked as could be
never thinkin’ one day
I’d take this blow blow blow
I was startin’ to feel like
I should kill everything that was moving....Whoa!
I’ve never been in hell like this
Somebody wake me up
Chorus
I don’t care, I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I’d
Never love you the way that I did again
After all that you did to me
But I got to say
I don’t care, I just wanna be yours and
I am trying everything in my power
To never ever say
Please come back to me
But I got to say
[Amerie]
I didn't mean to do
All those things to you
Tell me what to do to make it up to you
I’ll do everything, anything that you want me to.
I didn't mean to do, oh
All those things to you, oh
Tell me what to do, oh, to make it up to you, oh oh
I’ll do everything, anything that you want me to
[Fat Joe]
Should I leave, should I go, should I break apart
My mama said you would break my heart
I can’t believe you were sleazing, you’re a slut, a ho
now you wanna have a change of heart – Damn!
Who'd have thought
That you would deceive me
Love of my life
And my queen like ivy
And you didn’t even tell me you leavin'
I had to hear about it on Escandalo TV
Now who's this man creeping in the back door
While I’ll hit him with the fo fo fo
I know you keep saying that you lovin’ me so
But why the hell are you crushin' him for
...god damn now
I don’t care that's what Ricky says and
If I catch him in this crib he'd be dead
I don’t play that mami
Now back to the 'jects you go
I left your Reebok's by the front door..... kick rocks!
Chorus
I don’t care, I just wanna be yours
I know I told you I’d
Never love you the way that I did again
After all that you did to me
But I got to say
I don’t care, I just wanna be yours and
I am tryin’ everything in my power
To never ever say
Please come back to me
But I got to say
[Amerie]
Sorry baby
didn’t mean to hurt you
[Fat Joe]
I don't care thats what Ricky said
Labels:
amerie,
Fat Joe,
i don't care,
lyrics,
ricky martin,
video
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Hold You Down - Jennifer Lopez feat. Fat Joe
(Jen)
Now you been holding me down mm
For such a long time now
From back then to now in my story
Straight from the hood
You've always been there for me
And you had my back when they
Back when everybody said I wasn't anything
It was you that kept me holding on
No matter what was going on
So whatever you need I got you yaa
(Joe)
Reminiscing that 6 train from way back
Now it's skyblue Phantoms and stretch Maybacks
For sweepin them floors in them Bronx apartments
Mira esta que on the red carpet
When Pun died you was the first to call me
I never told you
But you was there for me
Whatever you need, I be there for you
Crack, I got ya back, for real, true story
(Jen)
Now my loyalty will always be
With you if you just promise me
That you'll stay real just like you are
Cuz baby you don't have to change no...
[chorus]
You dont know how much you mean to me
Whenever your down you know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation, boy I'm gon' hold you down
You dont know how much you mean to me
Whenever your down you know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation, girl I'm gon' hold you down
(Fat Joe)
Yo, 2005, Rakim and Jodey Withley
Watch me paint a picture so perfect
Quite possibly
The realest frechest from BX to Southbeach
I'mma always hold you down, girl
You can count on me
(Jen)
So remember this whenever I call
We go back too far, we been through it all
Even though, we haven't spoken so long
Ain't nothing change, not a damn thing baby
(Jen)
Now my loyalty will always be
With you if you just promise me
That you'll stay real just like you are
Cuz baby you don't have to change no...
[chorus]
You dont know how much you mean to me
Whenever your down you know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation, boy I'm gon' hold you down
You dont know how much you mean to me
Whenever your down you know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation, girl I'm gon' hold you down
(Fat Joe)
Like green is to autum somethings must stay
This industry
Yeah my father made me this way
Get between me and J-Lo
I simply stay
you better off sweepin leaves on a windy day
(Jen)
So I don't care about the situation
I'ma ride for you
If there's a complication
Cuz everytime you had my back and all
When we were young
And now you're Joey Crack and all
(Jen)
Now my loyalty will always be
With you if you just promise me
That you'll stay real just like you are
Cuz baby you don't have to change because...
[chorus]
You dont know how much you mean to me
Whenever your down you know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation, boy I'm gon' hold you down
You dont know how much you mean to me
Whenever your down you know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation, girl I'm gon' hold you down
Labels:
Fat Joe,
hold you down,
jennifer lopez,
lyrics,
video
I Want You - Thalia feat. Fat Joe
No one else can ever
No one else can ever
No one else can ever
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
What did I
Do to deserve such a man so special in my life
So many days and nights
I get on the go while I sit and wait for mister right
Baby, then came you
Laidback with your sexy smile
When you move your body you just drive me wild
If you’re feeling me, baby, tell me now
Because I want you, I want you
Baby, no one else
Can ever want you like I do
I’m feelin’ love in the deepest fall, give you the
keys and all
You even when helped me when the beef was on
Tell me what you feel
‘Cause I’m feeling something real
I feel the same way, you make the Don say
Girl, I want you, girl, I need you
Can’t you see
How this love affair would be good for you and me
‘Cause baby, I swear no other man can do
The things that you do when you love me
Oh, baby, you’re my lifetime fantasy
So smooth, love the way you walk
I just love to hear when you talk your talk
So if you’re feeling me, baby, let me know
Because I want you, I want you
Baby, no one else
Can ever want you like I do
I’m feelin’ love in the deepest fall, give you the
keys and all
You even when helped me when the beef was on
Tell me what you feel
‘Cause I’m feeling something real
I feel the same way, you make the Don say
Girl, I want you, girl, I need you, babe
Slow down, love
Don’t you see me with my girl, what you thinkin’ it
was
I know you’re used to seein’ me in the clubs
Different chicks, sippin’ Cris’, just a million in
dubs
But I’ve changed, only got eyes for her
Believe me, ain’t no girl dividin’ us
We could maybe elope, have a baby and all
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a player no more
Baby, no one else
Can ever want you like I do
I feel the same way, you make the Don say
Girl, I want you, girl, I need you
Tell me what you feel
‘Cause I’m feeling something real
I feel the same way, you make the Don say
Girl, I want you, girl, I need you
Baby, no one else
Can ever want you like I do
I feel the same way, you make the Don say
Girl, I want you, girl, I need you
Tell me what you feel
‘Cause I’m feeling something real
I feel the same way, you make the Don say
Girl, I want you, girl, I need you
Baby...baby...baby...baby...
Baby...baby...baby...baby...
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Touch your toes - Armand Van Helden feat. Fat Joe
I know you niggas all take to the club
VIP, you aint stuck like us
Now you can dip and just toes yeah
Labels:
armand van helden,
Fat Joe,
lyrics,
touch your toes,
video
Saturday, April 28, 2007
We takin' over - DJ Khaled feat. T.I. Akon, Rick Ross, Fat Joe. Lil' Wayne, Baby
[Akon:]
Oh, oh
[Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!
[Akon:]
Konvict Music, yeah
[Khaled:]
We the best
We takin' over
Listennn!
[T.I.:]
Ay, ay
Started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Phildelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches
Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it
[Akon:]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Rick Ross:]
Triple C, Black Flag
We rich, yeah
[Khaled:]
Listennn!
[Rick Ross:]
Boss, it's what I does
I get money everyday, everyday I does
That Benz, is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride
You better, move! Ak all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece
I'm +B.I.G.+ like Diddy
Damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie of my city
Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
The [?] can get [?], stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous
Miami on fire, you better be, cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see that you know I'm from Port City
I run in 'cause Rick Ross is boss shit
[Akon:]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Fat Joe:]
Cribs Mania
Khaled!
BX, TS nigga
[Khaled:]
Listennn!
[Fat Joe:]
Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'ma tell you like a g told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace
You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees
Nigga please, I spit crack every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!
[Akon:]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Khaled:]
Listennn!
[Birdman:]
Birdman daddy, I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the fam', I'ma give him son
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run
Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long
Been a g in the game now my son on the throne
[Lil Wayne:]
I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I am untamed, I need a leash
I am insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
and I like, my spite ease the peak
And my wrist special par but the mule is cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust, you're a do-er
That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor
Red like red like stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?
[Akon:]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Labels:
Baby,
DJ Khaled,
Fat Joe,
Lil' Wayne,
Rick Ross,
T.I. Akon,
We Takin' Over
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