| Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
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| Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!
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| Does anybody know… Joe…
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| This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
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| Sing to 'em niggas
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| Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
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| Definition of a Don, «Jealous Ones Still Envy» — CRACK!
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| Yeah, it’s '05 and we ridin', we still ridin'
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| Touched the down, and he’s down
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| See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever
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| Can you hear that? |
| Niggas that’s the winds of change
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| Blowin through your city, here comes the pain
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| They say, the more things change, the more stay the same
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| So I, grip on that same 9 I held in '88
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| My momma askin' -
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| She up the block frantic —
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| Cops combin' the streets harassin' -
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| But little did they know —
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| That I was on that Greyhound watchin' white turn green
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| Renegades, we don’t wait 'til the light turn green
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| We just, break the rules and live a life obscene
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| I been Crack, way before the shit hits the scene
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| You couldn’t even imagine what my eyes done seen
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| But now it’s — I’m a thug, I’m a killer
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| I’m a drug dealin' nigga from the hood, God dammit I’m good
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| I’m out, I swear after this disc I will quit
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| Pun if you listenin God you truly been this
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| Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
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| Yeah, hahahaha
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| All my niggas locked down, all my nigga BX niggas we ridin'
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| Uhh, blap blap blap! |
| Guess who? |
| Yeah
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| Imagine some old foe with no fire
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| The God done ran off and retired
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| No «Lean Back», «New York, New York» anthems
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| No rappers these ladies, call handsome
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| Me I’m just dancin, velvet LaPelle
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| In the Phantom slow rollin' watchin' Dave Chappelle
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| I blow smoke now, the stress done got me
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| Runnin' in the sand like a scene from Rocky
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| I’m tryin' to find myself
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| It’s hard when you the only one supplyin' the wealth
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| And if I fall off, who can I ask for help?
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| Not a damn soul, my mind is outta control
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| It’s like the Hammer story stands out; |
| can’t walk through the Bronx
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| Cause e’ry muh’fucker got his fuckin' hands out
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| Every day somebody new 'sposed to blast me
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| Changed my phone number, got everybody askin'
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| Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
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| Yeah, hahaha
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| More money more problems
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| Yup, it’s Cook!
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| Yeah
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| Joseph Carter, that’s who I be
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| I’m still runnin' the Carter, that’s how we eat
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| Niggas, don’t even bother 'cause that’s when we meet
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| In the middle of the projects, clappin' them heats
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| There’s never been a rapper this credible as Joe
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| Dropped The Incredible, I’m better with the flow
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| And e’rybody’s askin' where did he go
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| Real simple, stop askin' for Joe, it’s Cook Coke
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| Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe
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| Yeah, Cook motherfuckin Coke!
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| BX borough niggas, yeah…
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| Cool & Dre, DJ Khaled, L.V., Streetrunner
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| Peace to the money man, Macho
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| Chigga Brown, J.B., Raoul, DJ Serge
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| Ha ha, Kato rest in peace
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| Chi-Town stand the fuck up — HOLLA!
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| My nigga Mack Dime on the West coast, my nigga Wavy
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| Hahahaha
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| All my chicanos, all my vatos locos out there
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| Reppin the browns, the homey Cartoon
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| Mexico, yeah.
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| it’s Crack!
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| Does anybody know, how I can get in touch with Joe |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Does Anybody Know , by - Fat Joe. Song from the album All Or Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп