Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Much More , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 28.02.2005
Song language: English
So Much More |
| This is, this is, this is |
| Cook! |
| Cool n Dre! |
| Ain’t nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody |
| I know you came to party so (Oh) get up on yo feet (The god just stepped in |
| town) |
| Yeah baby just trip that body (come on down), and sing along wit me (come on) |
| I know you’ve been searchin' for someone who |
| Satisfies you and gives you so much more |
| (Yo) Caution when my lip just twitch to one side |
| We don’t bitch, we don’t snitch |
| We thick, and just ride |
| And I, never gave a fuck about popo |
| Niggas so gangsta, making songs bout my .44 |
| My, mymy fofo fofofofo |
| It gets worse, kick my shit when I visit the church |
| I’m down wit TD Jakes and Kirk Franklin |
| Better have my offerin' plate filled wit' franklins |
| Blasphemy, I got niggas that’ll blast for me |
| Ribs touchin and they askin' me, Crack! |
| Nigga! |
| Show me where the safe bet, I’ll lay 'em down with the mac |
| Leave 'em face flat, listen |
| You don’t wanna start no drama |
| We don’t scrap when there’s problems we just clap and revolve 'em |
| And get it coke, let it go, head it ___, sippin mo, didn’t know? |
| Better know now |
| Puff and pass in the Hilton suite |
| Crush and pass, is the sick, tape me |
| I’ll probably when i, ask her didn’t know the dick ten feet |
| You’ll need a ladder just to sit on me |
| (Good! God!) In the race screamin' viva Tito |
| Wit' Don 'kee Maddison Square, arena people |
| I pull mammi to the side, she feel me |
| Yellin' punta a gasolina |
| Now how many bricks does it take, to marble out a 36 room estate |
| Follow me, I’m from Philly where they eat cheese steaks |
| In a red belly, call a bitch v8 (Uh yeah) |
| It’s Joe cr-eal, for-real |
| And even warn the kids in school on coke deals (Crack!) |
| (I'm back!) And that’s the seltzer |
| You should know how the shit gon' go, follow me! |
| That’s the sound of a man, workin' on a train |
| There he ain’t (crack!) yeah |
| And we don’t see nobody |
| Make your hair stand up like you’re «Growin Up Gotti» |
| Hit lyrics everytime we come out, nigga |
| Use a fist 'fo' it come out ya mouth |
| The way I’m stackin white these days |
| Looking like a chick that go wit Flava Flav |
| And I’m so so real, niggas wanna kill the Don |
| Front of my house, probably wit my son in my arms |
| But I, drop 'em like its hot |
| Pass 'em the Glock, my little shorty’s a chip off the old block |
| Go against Coke, let 'em and show |
| I give you 10 ways to kill off the whole block (Nigga!) |
| Wooooooooooo |
| Yeah, that’s how a motherfucker go down |
| 3 o’clock in the mornin', m.i.a. |
| nigga |
| Missin' in action down in Miami nigga |
| Bitch, its Crack! |
| Cool n Dre, realz |
| Uh oh, sound all fuckin shitty |