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So Excited lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Dre)

[Money Kicks:]

Salam Aleikum Joe

Whenever you're in Dubai

We have a zoo in the house

We got tigers called Tyga and Kylie

We living life!

[Fat Joe:]

Yeah, uh

Pulled up in the big boy drop to the big boy yacht

Too many Patek Phillipes, I make the big boys watch

Villa suites in the Fendi chateau

Now ask Big Meech what he know about Joe

I'm fly like Ye, get mines with Jay

Got every pretty bitch tryna ride my wave

Gotta have slim waist and the face Sade

Lay up in the crib and menage all day

Went from nothin' to somethin', now I'm pushin' the button

To the Wraith and the jewelry like a safe

It's a hundred on the hate, but I'm zoned on the cake

When I'm gone I'm gonna miss y'all like the gold on the Cristal

Hit Avi, told him switch dials

Green prawns in Philippe Chow

It ain't shit to me

No Drake, but the P is free

She got cake, well it's somethin' to see, right

[Dre:]

All I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher

Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited

Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

[Fat Joe:]

Ever got head in the Wraith? Well it's outta this world

You don't believe me? Then ask your girl, keep it a hundred

All she wanted was a real nigga

I'm prayin' every day not to kill niggas

Blocka!

Everything Fendi from the lights to the sofa

Everybody fly, put Fendi on the chauffeur

So sentimental, make her cry when it's over

Biggie, "Hypnotize," still feel her thighs on my shoulder

Throw money at these hoes but I don't do dances

Keep threesomes on my mind like the hat on the Chance kid, woo!

Yeah we back at the Grammy's

And this time I'm bringin' back home three for the family, right

[Dre:]

All I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher

Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited

Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

[Fat Joe:]

Hey, bitch so bad I could risk it all

If you don't want no problems, boy don't get involved

Now everything ain't Gucci, this a different star

I'm about to go Carmelo, boy and risk it all

Bitch so bad I could risk it all

If you don't want no problems, boy don't get involved

Now everything ain't Gucci, this a different star

I'm about to go 'Melo, ayy

[Dre:]

All I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear

Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there

When you send a text, I get so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it

Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited

Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher

Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited

Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it

Stressin' lyrics - Fat Joe (feat. Jennifer Lopez)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Black bottles, black models

Cuban cigars, Domincanos

Colombianos, it's [?]

100 dope boys on the sofa

I'm [?] with Versace on

Stars on the roof for the ambiance

Dug up some more hundreds, fought a few cases

Now we in the club throwing blue faces

Used to see Papi at the [?]

Now I'm [?] sittin' on gold toilets

[?] more spoils

Large, you people never be loyal

[Hook: Jennifer Lopez]

You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections

Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessin'

All eyes on us, ain't nobody in the club lookin' at your direction

So baby as you one question, do we look like we're stressin'?

Cause we ain't

Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't

Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

[?] more opus

Break up the makeup, we got motives

I'm [?] America that teamwork

Three keys in my sleep, now that's dream work

It's the U-blow show

Seven figures on the wrist like you don't know

The haters lookin' at me cause the mommies lookin' at me

Fed's lookin' at me, all the snitches lookin' at me

Fo' hunnid on the race, that's hella dough

Just to see the stars with no telescope

I got the pussy wetter than that yayo

Get it off of the block, that J. Lo

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Alexander McQueen, Balmain Jeans

Everything all black like the Beijing

Cop the Red Octobers since the Valentine

Have Cupid shoot that ass like 1000 times

In the cell got the wrong number

But she gone be my [?] all summer

And she gone be up in my tub half naked

And I just sold the plug [?]

[Hook]

The Game lyrics - Rick Ross, Fat Joe & The Lox

There's nothing like the feeling (Uh) of being in the building (Yeah)

All of a sudden the good guys turn into the villains

Pure satisfaction inside of the action

You see it in the games, you feel it in the captions (Feel it)

This is full contact, winning is a contract (Win)

Don't ever forget that losing is a setback (Yeah)

You can learn a lot though, it's all about the clock though

Win lose or draw, the game never stops though

(Never) Worry 'bout the critics or the analytics

This ain't something you play, you really have to live it

Half the battle is knowing, to prove is to show 'em (Show 'em)

But they won't see you coming, until they see you going (Gone)

Soar as high as you can, don't ever stop flying (Fly)

There is heaven in winning, and hell in not trying (Try)

Face all fears (Uh), before they face you (Yeah)

And don't chase victory, let it chase you (The game)

On top of the mountain, I won't follow you cowards (Uh)

All I need is a pilot, and a proper accountant

They keep knocking me down, but I'm not to be doubted

Keep the pain to myself, but we sharing the knowledge

Always ready for battle (Uh), true success is a war (Uh)

Always follow your heart, know you're destined for more

Living like I'm Young Thugger (Bang), winning shot at the buzzer

Do it all for my ..., VIP for my mother (Woo)

This one just for the books (Uh), top off just for the looks (Uh)

I'm rocking my jewels, no stepping on my foot

Just believe in yourself 'cause you're meant to be great

We have similar dreams, but make different mistakes

Crack

Life's like an empty canvas

Either you paint it with blood, or you paint it with love

Me, I'm with all the above

All I see is the glory in a room filled with all the applause

No excuses, all I see is winners tonight

And the truth is, I want to see the winners unite

Damn, dawg, why you always happy, what's the big occasion?

Life's great, and I'm feeling amazing (Joker)

You fall for anything if you waitin' for help

Me, I stand tall 'cause I bet on myself

Hit 'em with the Shammgod, then the Euro step

Fade away, all you hear is the net

Life's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you get

No doubt, I simply know I'm the best

When you have your own forces with your name on it

Terror be the squad, that's why I spit this game on it

Yo, it's crack

Practice my shootin', came from the bench (From the bench)

You bound for victory if you really playing defense

Told the players on my team, "If I play, I play to win" (Play to win)

And I'm one of the best, let me say it again (I'm one of the best)

I'm never afraid of contact, physical on the block, imagine my next contract

And I shoot it from deep, I love a hype crowd

Mama, there goes that man that puts your lights out (That man)

In a series of seven, I'm in the seven series

I pull up to arenas, them boys better fear me (Better fear me)

Got dog in my heart, yeah, they better hear me

Going for MVP, hope I said it clearly (Said it clearly)

VooDoo lyrics - Shab & Fat Joe

It's Crack

Shab

Young ting' and her thighs so thick

She said...

You better blow a bag on this

Okay...

And I got time today

She want it and I'm trying to pay

I got the Prada, Balenciaga

House of Gucci, Lady Gaga

And she make it drop, no hands though

Up and down like the top of a Lambo

Did Turks, came back too soon

Turned Greece to the new Tulum (Lean back)

Real tight, real tight, Lemon LuLu

And she got it locked like voodoo

Oh you're more beautiful

Then I ever knew

The chains broke, I'm finally free

Wanna runaway now

'Cause you give me life

It's in the shine of your eyes

I fly so high

Whenever you're in the sky

Boy, I can't speak

Hypnotized, I can't breathe

It's like you put a spell on me

It's like you put a spell on me, me

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like whoa oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

You're pushin' all of these buttons

The temperature go up, go up

I got the Prada, Balenciaga

House of Gucci, Lady Gaga

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh

I got the Prada, Balenciaga (You got me like woah)

House of Gucci, Lady Gaga (I love you, Fat Joe)

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

What is this voodoo I'm under

You got me like woah oh (It's in your eyes)

If we're not made for each other

I don't wanna know oh (Put a spell on me, put a spell on me)

What It Came Wit lyrics - P.Gutter, Fat Joe & DJ Drama

Eh yo wassup its the one and only mister thanksgiving ...DJ Drama

This is P.Gutter

Yeah Yeah Joe Crack, Fat Joe...

Albany Stand Up

Gangsta ...Its Gutter Baby

Ya'll niggas know wassup!

I'm a fact rapper

Got every track mastered

Like Tone and Poke

Feds confiscated my hard drive for holding dope

Drug references in every quote

Growing up surrounded by fiends who love to throw their nose in coke

I christened da back seat of the Phantom

That's a holy ghost

Chasing a bag gave me some bold results

Cuban links, Jesus pieces and golden ropes

Leather bombers, Dior buckets and matching Bubble coats

Was making crumbs now I'm stacking bread by the loaf

Holding toast

They want ki's but couldn't hold a note

I'm in da hood wit sheep and I'm the only goat

Gotta watch out for da wolves dressed in designer clothes

I'm losing friends, they keep falling like dominos

That kind of pressure is enough to make you overdose

Da streets cold, more violent than a horror show

Got a lot of actors that will never see a golden globe

Yeah Yeah

All I ever wanted was to be the greatest

Yeah Yeah

Never knew that being great would make me hated

Yeah Yeah

Jealous Ones Still Envy Joe

Thats was Crazy

Be careful what you wish for you might attain it

Yeah Yeah

Chasing money never wanted to be famous

Yeah Yeah

Surrounded by drugs jewelry and entertainment

Yeah Yeah

Every time I get a win it's always tainted

But I can't complain

Cause this is what it came wit

Uh this Panamera got me feelin brolick

Joe Crack

Hosting Wendy Williams

I'm a trending topic

Was in da projects

Making projects off of illegal profits

Used to be da plug now I'm installing sockets

Never thought this day would be acknowledged

I was chasing money

Now they hand me paper

Like I teach in college

Surprised to be alive if I'm being honest

Now I get assistance wit da Bucks like I'm feeding Giannis

Yeah Yeah

Blue money in my Purple Brand jeans gettin outta pocket

Draw da wrong attention like some prima donnas

Foreign whips and frequent trips to Benny Hanna's

Got they eyes on us like Fendi drip

They seeing commas

I from da bottom where they all don cannons

And every gangsta who gotta grill

Is prepared for da drama

Gotta be careful what you wish for

Cause when God answers your prayers

Jealous ones just gonna prey on it

Yeah Yeah

All I ever wanted was to be the greatest

Yeah Yeah

Never knew that being great would make me hated

Yeah Yeah

Jealous Ones Still Envy Joe

That's was Crazy

Be careful what you wish for you might attain it

Yeah Yeah

Chasing money never wanted to be famous

Yeah Yeah

Surrounded by drugs jewelry and entertainment

Yeah Yeah

Every time I get a win it's always tainted

But I can't complain

Cause this is what it came wit

Ya'll heard that fire

Price went up

We ain't ever gonna stop

P.Gutter

DJ Drama... Gangsta...

It's gutter baby

What else is there to say...

What It came wit

We gone!