Текст, перевод и аккорды “Livin' Fat”
- Yeah! Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out Would you believe that fat joe would flip a style like this? I cant get played, cause I roll with baby chris, nevertheless Niggaz be tryin to front the role When everybody knows, Im gonna go gold At least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear Ill 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 dont try to front Aint nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want? When I step on stage, Im second to none Makin mcs run, without the use of a gun, yeah Talkin about the way I rock a party Niggaz must be thinkin that Im high, or drunk on bacardi I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene Im mean, my favorite color is green I guess thats why they call it the blues Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect The skills of the fat one, but Im all that son Gimme the microphone and ima show you how its gonna be done So dont fake moves, cause I never fall Thats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yall Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Hey yo Im livin fat Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Yo Im livin fat Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Yo Im livin fat Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Look at the way I freak this style, Im versatile Niggaz dont want the funk, because they know Im buckwild Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits The name is fat joe, Im on the down low I chill with lord finesse, you know I got the flow I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, youre facin a punk, yeah Fuck around and youll be layin in ? v-ducts? I got props, believe it or not I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah One of the livest niggaz in new york Sometimes I be chillin with son Sometimes I be chillin with hawk, you know that Brooklyn in the house and uptown is too I gotta be sayin peace, to the boogie the bronx crew Pete, sap, brim, vayo mack, gizmo, nicer, b.g., my main man crack So now you know the flav, and you know the time Brothers always be tellin me, "joe why dont you kick a fat rhyme" So I dont front on my peeps Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace g So dont try to step to dis, you know you take a fall Thats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yall Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Aiyyo Im livin fat Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Aiyyo Im livin fat Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Aiyyo Im livin fat Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x) Aiyyo Im livin fat! Ninety-three, lord finesse, fat joe, diamond d Showbiz and a.g., d.i.t.c. and Im out
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