Phat Joe

A real playa like hiphop game You know I do my thing A real playa like hiphop game [Hook] They like the way you tilt your hat yo Yea, that's Phat Joe They like the way you lay your mac yo Man, that's Phat Joe They like the way you kill a track yo I'm saying, that's Phat Joe They really like the way you rap yo Yea, that's Phat Joe [Verse 1] First let me say, that I really like this track I call it Phat Joe, this ain't no Fat Joe diss track So, Lupe don't play like the disc scratch I send trouble your way, like a dispatch Hello, 911 Lupe's back and he took my gun And then the gangastas Saw all or none of that The yakuzas took my thumbs But now, I gots to get to runnin' Cause the pigs is comin' Like it's, troubles my way Just a hustler's day, YOUNGIN' Took it out the hood like Mr Drummonds Then I put it on the hood of a 911 and And that's really the back so I put it on my back, and now I'm runnin' Like I'm addicted to crack And you can't catch a trackstar Set don't phase me and I'm stunnin' Ah [Hook] He crazy, he ain't got no brain What up ladies, he ain't got no fame He dropping mean, but he ain't got no name Lupe, Chi-Chi-Chicago mayne [Hook] [Verse 2] Uh, now if you're looking for Lu You can find me in your city, looking for you In Supreme looking for hoodies, in Daves looking for shoes In LA I'm looking for Stussy, don't push me fool I'm a push a man, don't get it while it's hot You should wait till the cookies cool I learned that from a pusha man, who used to push weight But had to wait till his cookies cooled Uh, an OG since OBGYN Homie I had to go to rookie school A nerd, so the bullies had it out for the kid But they had to honor me like algebra trig I used to go to sleep to the sounds of the seas I used to count the lakes like the owl and a kid They used to hate sending one bound for the bed Retarded now, heading down for the kid [Hook] [Hook]