LIVIN' FAT | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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Yeah!

Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out

Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?

I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless

niggaz be tryin to front the role

When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold

at least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear

Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear

I'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes

After every single show, you know (know)

One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front

Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?

When I step on stage, I'm second to none

Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah

Talkin about the way I rock a party

Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi

I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene

I'm mean, my favorite color is green

I guess that's why they call it the blues

Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect

the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son

Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done

So don't fake moves, cause I never fall

That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all

I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)

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