Fat Joe - Music Lyrics
(feat. Cherlise)[Fat Joe]Coca!Krillz-maniaBX, T.S. 'til I die muh'*****ersssssCRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww!Yeah, wave hi at the bad guyAnd you can ice grill when I drive bySee if I be givin a *****My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tuckedHa ha, shit a nigga just came off tourMister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pourI 'member when I used to have to play that hardApartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'allA nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ballSo I hit the strip, started flippin that rawMy pants would sag, now they callin me CrackUsed to love graffiti, so I made it my tagMe and Tone Montana we was bangin them hammersbefore New York niggaz, ever wore bandanasGot so much money, a nigga would abuse itThen I left the streets alone for the love of the music[Chorus: Cherlise]You know I never dreamed that I could be perfectCause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohhAnd when I look back on my life it's all worth itBecause I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love[Fat Joe]Yeah, yoThey say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the doorI say shit I could have left Pun in front of that storeCould have left Remy Ma ass in Castle HillWhere every other day another nigga get killedThey say what's Cool without Dre?I say shit, what if them niggaz never met Jose?Hell 'Ve was a great DJNow he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a GrammyWhat if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me?He'd probably never be President of that companyShit you probably woulda never heard the movementI ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shitScott Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on himCause he's a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'emDropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what?I made the nigga rich *****suckers![Chorus][Fat Joe]I was never into girls, I was just into my musicDropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse itWent to my old school, gave 'em some computersAnd the niggaz in the hood still be sayin I don't do shitBein they ain't got no love in they heartsI just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yachtI bought my little daughter an equestrian parkNow she's ridin horses, tell me that ain't hotSade, Luther VandrossStephanie Mills, El DeBargeI used to look at them like GodsNow tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard?Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me papi?It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't stop meIn fact man I'm just like RockyLordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping[Chorus][Fat Joe - over Chorus]Yeah, man I did it for the music!I did it for the loveHa! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for your motherand your girl... can't even be with my family manYou know what? Be careful what you wish forJoe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha kids manI'm in Budapest somewhereI'm in Africa where the heat come, Crack *****, aowww!
