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Fat Joe
Fat Joe


Background information
Birth name Joseph Cartagena
Born August 19, 1970
Born place New York City, New York, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) E1 Music
Terror Squad Entertainment
Associated acts Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
Raekwon
Terror Squad
Big Pun
Buju Banton
The Game
KRS-One
Plies
T.I.
D.I.T.C.
Website Website



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Fat Joe Album


Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E. 2) (10/06/2009)
10/06/2009
1.
Winding On Me (feat. Lil Wayne & Ron Browz)
2.
Joey Don't Do It
3.
One (feat. Akon)
4.
Aloha (feat. Pleasure P & Rico Love)
5.
Put You In The Game (feat. T-Pain & OZ)
6.
Congratulations (feat. Rico Love & T.A.)
7.
Porn Star (feat. Lil Kim)
8.
Cupcake (feat. Benisour)
9.
Ice Cream (feat. Raekwon & T.A.)
10.
Okay Okay
11.
Blackout (feat. Swizz Beatz & Rob Cash)
12.
Music
. . .


ayy ayy ayy geeked up boy she got it in the front i took a step back she threw it on me i aint expect that she a danca she can make it clap im in the zone now i think its a rap shes winding on me shes winding on me winding on me shes winding on me winding on me winding on me shes winding on me

fat joe: now i can throw it up watch it fall on they head and i can drop it on the flo watch it crawl in the bread them niggas aint____i been shake in the fed them niggas aint____now u can take in they led grindin on me grindin on me mamma see em' chin up whats it gone be got me in my zone now im sippin slowly u can bet the whole house she gone blow me mabey cause she know me and im lit up like the flez on the bottom

. . .

Joey Don't Do It

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Fat Joe]
Shawty I beat it, anytime you need me
To me your the most beautiful girl, easy
Nothin' feels better then the love that you supplin'
Can't make a better ticket that's me and weird science
She love me even though I'm fat, I rance the track
My pants are saggin', you see my crack
Now thats Joey from da block, the only one I got
Sing on the more or less you hold the number one spot
Even when I'm down you make me feel on top
It's like the car got the bow top house, got the yacht
When I cheated you was loyal stood by my side
That's why I went from three to one, like I made five

[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up with your shit and deal with you
We all, we all need, we all need one

[Fat Joe]
One, not two or three
Spend the rest of our lives what's it gonna be
I remember when you first moved in with me
And your moms and your pops didn't even wanna see
I told you it'll be okay
Put my life on the line on the grind hit the streets all day
You've seen that, and the deeds with chase
Hoppin' over them gates, I could see your face
More reason to get away the set
Get runnin', tucked my kids to sleep, tell 'em daddy's coming
And I wanna get you outta them jacks
Nothin' but the best baby girl and that's just outta respect

[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up with your shit and deal with you
We all, we all need, we all need one

[Joe]
Ain't no shawty like the one I got
Take the work from your crib all damn the spot
I mean ya'll holla when she walked in the block
But she only love me man you ain't gotta shot
And there's nothing like the love we share
Even when your gone baby girl its like your still right here
One sun, one moon, your my one boo
I could count on you, you always come through

[Akon]
We all need one
We all need somebody to hold us down
We all need somebody to ride or die
We all, we all need, we all need one
Somebody that's gonna keep it real with you
Put up wit your shit and deal wit you
We all, we all need, we all need one

[Joe]
One
Everybody wish they got that ride or die
That one and only seeing them all less
You feel me, no paper, locked down
She gonna hold you down, that's why we need that one

. . .


i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the shit
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the shit
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

i'm supa dupa fly
you can call my missy's boo
pull up in the SLR
have all the mammiis sick of you
all them college credits
you can throw them things away
you ain't gonna be needin a job
you fuckin with jose
heyyy hello hello aloha
i go hard
i'm so fly
we so hot
they so not
them other niggas is lame
seened you on the sidelines time to put you in the game
coca be the name
parties up in diddys house
push them through the door say show em what the city about
touch a couple blocks got the dough and skate off
and just like bernie me and my baby made-off
hello

i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the shit
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the shit
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

try to play me short
and imma have to fade it quick
fresh up off the porch on that koolaid and them tater chips
dont fool with lames cuz they be on that hata ish
if you gotta problem wit me go ahead say that shish
i'm scuba divin in jamaica trick
put the mic down i'm on now don't needa bake a shish
or you can find me on the charts
or up in st. broads racin european cars
speedin pass the law hit my baby mama raw
and she my baby mama cuz them other chickens flaw
ooh now baby gurl i'm watcha call
a supa dupa pimp there's pimpin when i'm involved hello

i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the shit
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the shit
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

now tell me why these hatas wanna see the end of joe
honestly i'm runnin outta ways to spend my dough
i'm burnin down the stores
i'm such a shopaholic
what you know it ain't trickin if you really got it
louis scarfs, louis frames, louis chucks
louis boxers, got all the louis she wants yeeeahhh
and you aint got nothin for us
millions from tourin and the crib ain't gotta mortgage
yes i'm the rain man
must i remind you
throw it in the air
watch her spread it like the swine flu
haha they say joey on some other shit
and if that bitch start actin up
i go and grab my other bitch

i ain't got a lot
sooo don't even trip
i'm supa dupa fly
you know that i'm the shit
t-twenty on the dash
got fourty on my ear
throw up a bunch of cash
make that record do the spins
they say hello hello hello aloha
cuz they know i'm the shit
they say hello hello hello aloha
aloha
cuz i'm so fly

. . .

Put You In The Game

[No lyrics]

. . .

Congratulations

[No lyrics]

. . .


Chorus:
(lil kim)
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
MY bodys sick
i like it dirty
work it baby (x3)
hurt me baby

(fat joe)
I got you moaning like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
work it baby(x3)
hurt me baby

i never seen an ass like that
no i never seen seen an ass so fat (tat, tat, tat)
imma beat it til tomorrow
andall i keep telling her is "shut up bitch, swallow"
you legs is shaking
i wont hurt you
now you can be the star of that new commercial
wipe your lips
wipe your tits
brace yourself im about to hit you with this (ah)
i couldnt say it
cause the radio station, they wouldn't play it
im too perverted
im bout to hurt it
the jury's all in
that pussy's murdin

Chorus:
(lil kim)
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
MY bodys sick
i like it dirty
work it baby (x3)
hurt me baby

(fat joe)
I got you moaning like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
work it baby(x3)
hurt me baby

Yeah right to you
we gon Make it hot in here
imma do a dance
in my vicky way, look at here
How you want it daddy, just let mommy know
im bouncing on that thing
like im driving on the 64
i got that juicy juicy
you gonna need a straw
that platinum pussy showin nigga what he trickin for?
skinny short dick or long imma ride that pony
make it rain and lighting on me
why dont you just buy for me
cars and jewlery
i like expensive clothes
my puerto rican baby
can you pay my house loans?
its that murder mami
lil kim the queen bee
i got that boy baby
imma make you need me

Chorus:
(lil kim)
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
MY bodys sick
i like it dirty
work it baby (x3)
hurt me baby

(fat joe)
I got you moaning like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
work it baby(x3)
hurt me baby

I go hard, go all in, get deeper and deeper
i beat, beat it up
im blwoing your speakers
and i aint talked about a tridda
puerto rican to car no boricua ?seat dakrika?
shit i have you moanin
fkin your best friend til 6 in mornin
she kissed the girl guess what? she liked it
well that your girl, go ahead and wife it
now fuck her i did, i went and piped it
put her on a video where youre all invited
fuck faces expressions get me excited
that pussy make me work i dont need a diet

Chorus:
(lil kim)
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
MY bodys sick
i like it dirty
work it baby (x3)
hurt me baby

(fat joe)
I got you moaning like a pornstar
I'm all in
I goes hard
work it baby(x3)
hurt me baby

. . .

Cupcake

[No lyrics]

. . .

Ice Cream

[No lyrics]

. . .

Okay Okay

[No lyrics]

. . .

Blackout

[No lyrics]

. . .

Music

[No lyrics]

. . .


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