underneath the boardwalk At the spanish galleon and ole fat jacks Jukebox playin and the place is packed chorus:...you bet... got the top down and the traffic's slow
Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about trust babe (Be about trust) What's love? Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down, baby Let you know from the gate, I don't go down
used to You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat
casa Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up Took one, added seven more now you eight up Get on down with your bad self Get on down, listen
ha Got the e double, right there [e double] Jmj combined with grand.. royal.. Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four Word em up [joe sinistr] Here we go, joe
apple Better keep hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you 9-3 gangsta ties hatians down in Miami (zoe gang!) yeah, them hatians down in Miami Fat Joe
your name, let the beef begin Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a while I fuck with Fat Joe
Brownsville deep in my genes I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+ We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down
smoked salami Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
you lyin', B Tickle the butter soft nipples on the side of me So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down And bang an ol' mighty hammer like Joe Brown
I woke up one day in vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
you get out) {joey crack, terror squad, baby} Ooh girl you know what's up (ladies, rub on your titties) [fat joe] Yo, who that cat that rap the bronx crazy? Fat
Jon:] Shake it like a salt shaker Tremble like a vibrator Shake it like a salt shaker Tremble like a vibrator [Fat Joe:] When the sun goes down, and
vibrate like a pro Whine and go down and tip pan yuh toe She whine up fast den whine up slow Ready fi di grind soh she call man Joe How she a whine mi
your cohiba You gotta work for that Gotta work for that [Fat joe:] You wanna smoke my smoke my Who else but good crack now Want a made back With a hat down
done came way too far to be callin it quits Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick [Fat Joe