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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!

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