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[Intro]





This should be played at high volume





[Fat Joe]


This is, this is, this is


Cook! Cool n Dre!


Ain't nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody





[Chorus]


I know you came to party so (Oh) get up on yo feet (The god just stepped in town)


Yeah baby just trip that body (come on down), and sing along wit me (come on)


I know you've been searchin' for someone who


Satisfies you and gives you so much more





(Yo) Caution when my lip just twitch to one side


We don't bitch, we don't snitch


We thick, and just ride


And I, never gave a fuck about popo


Niggaz so gangsta, making songs bout my .44


My, mymy fofo fofofofo


It gets worse, kick my shit when I visit the church


I'm down wit TD Jakes and Kirk Franklin


Better have my offerin' plate filled wit' franklins


Blasphemy, I got niggaz that'll blast for me


Ribs touchin and they askin' me, Crack! Nigga!


Show me where the safe bet, I'll lay 'em down with the mac


Leave 'em face flat, listen


You don't wanna start no drama


We don't scrap when there's problems we just clap and revolve 'em


And get it coke, let it go, head it ___, sippin mo, didn't know? Better know now





[Chorus]





Puff and pass in the Hilton suite


Crush and pass, is the sick, tape me


I'll probably when i, ask her didn't know the dick ten feet


You'll need a ladder just to sit on me


(Good! God!) In the race screamin' viva Tito


Wit' Don 'kee Maddison Square, arena people


I pull mammi to the side, she feel me


Yellin' punta a gasolina


Now how many bricks does it take, to marble out a 36 room estate


Follow me, I'm from Philly where they eat cheese steaks


In a red belly, call a bitch v8 (Uh yeah)


It's Joe cr-eal, for-real


And even warn the kids in school on coke deals (Crack!)


(I'm back!) And that's the seltzer


You should know how the shit gon' go, follow me!





[Chorus]





That's the sound of a man, workin' on a train


There he ain't (crack!) yeah


And we don't see nobody


Make your hair stand up like you're "Growin Up Gotti"


Hit lyrics everytime we come out, nigga


Use a fist 'fo' it come out ya mouth


The way I'm stackin white these days


Looking like a chick that go wit Flava Flav


And I'm so so real, niggaz wanna kill the Don


Front of my house, probably wit my son in my arms


But I, drop 'em like its hot


Pass 'em the glock, my little shorty's a chip off the old block


Go against Coke, let 'em and show


I give you 10 ways to kill off the whole block (Nigga!)





[Chorus 3X]





Wooooooooooo


Yeah, that's how a motherfucker go down


3 o'clock in the mornin', m.i.a. nigga


Missin' in action down in Miami nigga


Bitch, its Crack!


Cool n Dre, realz


Uh oh, sound all fuckin shitty