Fat Joe - Ride For My Haiti Lyrics

Fat Joe - Ride For My Haiti Lyrics

yeah
it’s like we got more frogs in the game trade
lot of guilty by association
it’s crack
dog side

jumping out of helicopters
sticking to the script, no teleprompters

air Jordans never read box
dark side anticipated like detox
never been in the interview
f*ck the radio bullets slide into you

baby girl i’m into group sex
i’m fucking actresses and divas who’s next
no love for the other side
two dead bodies i’ma call it doubleside

pandemara with the bubble life
chap new whips when the boubble rides
too much others need a pocket light
had to get the last chick ’cause she talk a lot
couldn’t even stare when i silence stood
hundred rounds out the mother fucker silencer
hope the motha ’cause i ride for my new life

i ride for my new chick out the
out the mother ’cause i ride for my yeah
out the mother’cause i ride for my yeah
die for my new
out the mother new, out the mother
’cause i ride for my yeah, die for my yeah
out the mother new

put it on the private jet
push killa i ain’t survive me yet
most wanted outside shoot them down
take ‘em shopping for the twills
make em stick around
treat you like a wife,
have you in the house
till i meet another b*tch, then i kick you out
rolls go on the you blow
tell me really how many bosses do you know
a giant ties, no armani
why this chickens is beyond me
competition looking more like other ways
check color of the game move it happy way
couple million berry underground couldn’t keep it safe
spend it all in the ..day
make it all ..that’s the hustle’s way

2 x hook:
out the mother ’cause i ride for my yeah
out the mother’cause i ride for my yeah
die for my new
out the mother new, out the mother
’cause i ride for my yeah, die for my yeah
out the mother new

Fat Joe Ft. Jadakiss And Dre - Dopeman Lyrics

Fat Joe Ft. Jadakiss And Dre - Dopeman Lyrics

[fat joe]
trying to cut the top off the porsche
put a bitch in the front
better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front
i got a steel in them packs, got em right in the trunk
shoot the snap back off your muthaf-ckin head if you want
i got a guardian angel, yeaf she stay in the hood
and she pop up whenever i touch the grain on the wood

i got a bitch from atlanta, she remind me of pebbles
got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil

she call me marty mcfly, nike back to the future
10 racks on my feet, but that’s something i’m used to
i put my team on the map, you other niggas is fake
worse than oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
i’m in the beach somewhere foreign, i’m in your bitch while you snoring
a million cash off the tour, then i’m back in the morning
i’m f-ckin sick of you niggas, i’m about to throw up a million
doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription

[hook]
go prez, go prez, rolling in bugatti
i got that ringo starr
i’m slingin’ paul mccartney
bitch i’m in the kitchen with that arm & hammer
whipping george harrison, john lennon
dopeman! dopeman!
dopeman bitch, i’m the dopeman
bitch i’m in the kitchen with that arm & hammer
whipping george harrison, john lennon

[jadakiss]
of course i could get em
but do you know what to do with em?
60 for the brick even if you cop a few of ‘em
talking about that diesel: the root of all evil
you could use your nostrils, or you could use a needle
i need a hundred more, and i want it pure
cause when somebody die off it
then they want it more!
the hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the hammers
oxys got generic, they switched it to old
when you give em a 9 or better they go bananas
make a million dollars a month: that’s what the plan was

now to catch the morning shift
cause they need that morning sniff
thousand bundles finished by 11, then i’m blowing spliffs
show you how to get right, crib right, whip right
ten dollars a bag, but it’s 20 after midnight
pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man
you know who i am muthaf-cka: i’m the dopeman

[hook]

cut the man off the middle, i want it all off the top
bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the block
i’m taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the product
invest in killers and dealers to take my company public
i got a thing for them strippers
got a pole in the mansion
white ho, marilyn manson

this for all of my niggas doing time up in prison
for getting caught with the burner, you know a rider’s ambition
i’m ’bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to vegas
i’m ’bout a zionist mic praying the lord to forsake us
remember times i was broke, how it run in your pocket
spend my money on dope, then i tripled my profit
now i’m a multi-millionaire, head off in the lear
take bitches on the private, than set off in the air

“what you say nigga?”
“i said i’ll suck yo dick!”

[hook]

Fat Joe Ft. Chris Brown - Another Round Lyrics

Fat Joe Ft. Chris Brown - Another Round Lyrics

[chris brown - hook]
don’t you be holding back, your love
don’t you be holding back
don’t you be holding back, your love
don’t you be holding back

cuz in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
only girl you’ll want another round, another round
i used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
i used to want you, and her and her and her
all i want, all i want…

shawty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game
the bitch badder than any bitch that you name
i’m talking janet, maybe ?
come on

[verse 1 - fat joe]
quit playing girl you know that you want it
i can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it you bad
something like dirty diana, body dope as heron
and the sex off the handle
your ex couldn’t beat it, i hit it like a frito
and since i lost some weight you say i got a big ego
it’s too strong, you said the drive stick
well baby just peel off
loving how it lasts long, leave the sheets gushy
f-ck you with the mask on, halloween p-ssy
your body shivers and troubles with each and every stroke
p-ssy wetter than ever, enough to sink a boat

[chris brown - hook]

[verse 2 - fat joe (chris brown)]
never hesitate, purchasing in every state
transported in foreign cars to larg estates
(so believe me, you know you wanna come on girl)
(as long as we can kick it with your home girl)
had two on one fast break that’s a slam dunk
i know you want it, i can take you where ya man won’t
champs, alize, think rolls royce
yellow nuvo and pink ?

[chris brown - hook]

[chris brown - bridge]
girl you got tha bomb thing on i can’t resist
i’mma light some candles girl and then tie up your wrists
then i’m licking chocolate right off your stomach
baby you ain’t handled freaky sh-t like this
and i start dripping ice down ya spine (oh oh)
and make you mine
and now you’re telling all your girls i done tore it up
so don’t be mad that they all want me, there’s room for all of us

[chris brown - hook]