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

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