Fat Joe feat. Remy Martin lyrics
Fat Joe feat. Remy Martin lyrics
"Opposites Attract (What They Like) Lyrics"
Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile Lyrics
Mona Lisa lost her smile, The painter's hands are trembling now. And if she's out there running wild, It's just because I taught her how. The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground. Mona Lisa lost her smile, And the painter's hands are trembling now. And the eyes that used to burn for me, Now they no longer look my way. And the love that used to be, Why it just got lost in yesterday. And if she seems cold to the touch Well, there used to be a flame.
Fat Joe feat. Remy Martin
Opposites Attract (What They Like)
"Got another hit, of fresh air!!"
"Oooooh, got another hit!"
[Fat Joe]
Platinum chains, down to my dick
I'm so sick, like flames, light up ya bitch
Get it hot like 'dro, and firin and pink slips
You at the club alone now she hidin in my whip (But kick it)
I know just what you need; you need to fuck with me
Cuz when you ballin with Joey you in another league
Somethin like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed
I'm four-wheelin through roads you mighta never seen
Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit, the basic
Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin you lace it
Spit it amazin when I'm layin the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just live plain
I ball with the best of them, flossin the emblem
First playa front get applause from T.S. and them (Clap my niggaz)
[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] I kn
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
[Remy Martin]
I pull up to the club in the truck
Like what, the FUCK, IS UP!
I stay out with the blunt, cuz I don't give a fuck
With, L-I-D niggaz, know who I be
And I know what niggaz like, niggaz like me
Pretty Remy on the rocks in the V.I.P.
See, niggaz like menages and overnight parties
Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby
I plays the bar cuz they don't charge me
Plus niggaz like dogs to broads in white T's
Outside it's a fight over me
Cuz I'm with niggaz like, "Yeah, you better get it right"
"You know my shit is tight"
If you li
Touchin my pay, this shit is nothin to me
I got my mind right, my money right, I'm pushin a Benz
Plus I'm a dime like (Whoa!) Got niggaz lookin for Rem'
[Hook: Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[RM] I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife (C'mon)
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live the life
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
[Fat Joe]
You know a lot mama
How be take a nice cruise to the Ba-ha-mas
With ice daquiris and jewels, picture
Just me and you under the palm trees
Up on the beach in your bikini and we feelin the breeze
[Remy Martin]
But baby, I know just what you need
You need some Hennessey (Uh-huh)<
Sex into sleepin on bedsheets outta Italy
Then send yo' ass back home without no energy
[Fat Joe]
Yo, after I take you on a night on the town
We could, slide to the telly when nobody's around
The next-door neighbors complainin because they hearin the sound
[Both] It's goin down da-down da-down, da-da-da-da-da-da down
[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Mona Lisa lost her smile, The painter's hands are trembling now. And if she's out there running wild, It's just because I taught her how. The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground. Mona Lisa lost her smile, And the painter's hands are trembling now. And the eyes that used to burn for me, Now they no longer look my way. And the love that used to be, Why it just got lost in yesterday. And if she seems cold to the touch Well, there used to be a flame.
Fat Joe feat. Remy Martin
Opposites Attract (What They Like)
"Got another hit, of fresh air!!"
"Oooooh, got another hit!"
[Fat Joe]
Platinum chains, down to my dick
I'm so sick, like flames, light up ya bitch
Get it hot like 'dro, and firin and pink slips
You at the club alone now she hidin in my whip (But kick it)
I know just what you need; you need to fuck with me
Cuz when you ballin with Joey you in another league
Somethin like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed
I'm four-wheelin through roads you mighta never seen
Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit, the basic
Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin you lace it
Spit it amazin when I'm layin the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just live plain
I ball with the best of them, flossin the emblem
First playa front get applause from T.S. and them (Clap my niggaz)
[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] I kn
Hey Jude (anthology) Lyrics
From the heart of the black country: When I was a robber in Boston place you gathered round me with your fine embrace Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you'll let her under your skin, then you'll begin to make it better And anytime you feel a pain, hey Jude, refrain, don'
ow what bitches like (What?)From the heart of the black country: When I was a robber in Boston place you gathered round me with your fine embrace Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you'll let her under your skin, then you'll begin to make it better And anytime you feel a pain, hey Jude, refrain, don'
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
[Remy Martin]
I pull up to the club in the truck
Like what, the FUCK, IS UP!
I stay out with the blunt, cuz I don't give a fuck
With, L-I-D niggaz, know who I be
And I know what niggaz like, niggaz like me
Pretty Remy on the rocks in the V.I.P.
See, niggaz like menages and overnight parties
Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby
I plays the bar cuz they don't charge me
Plus niggaz like dogs to broads in white T's
Outside it's a fight over me
Cuz I'm with niggaz like, "Yeah, you better get it right"
"You know my shit is tight"
If you li
Dominant Species Lyrics
[Intro] Yo, in a hundred years form now Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead So it's inconsequential really All the shit that you talk All the bullshit that you stand for It's more important what, what your ready to build What you're ready to pass down to your children What you're ready to create You better fucking remember that When you challenge a mother fucker like me Remember, I'm the dominant species [Verse 1] I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
ve we'll be fuckin today, as long as you ain't[Intro] Yo, in a hundred years form now Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead So it's inconsequential really All the shit that you talk All the bullshit that you stand for It's more important what, what your ready to build What you're ready to pass down to your children What you're ready to create You better fucking remember that When you challenge a mother fucker like me Remember, I'm the dominant species [Verse 1] I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
Touchin my pay, this shit is nothin to me
I got my mind right, my money right, I'm pushin a Benz
Plus I'm a dime like (Whoa!) Got niggaz lookin for Rem'
[Hook: Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[RM] I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife (C'mon)
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live the life
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
[Fat Joe]
You know a lot mama
How be take a nice cruise to the Ba-ha-mas
With ice daquiris and jewels, picture
Just me and you under the palm trees
Up on the beach in your bikini and we feelin the breeze
[Remy Martin]
But baby, I know just what you need
You need some Hennessey (Uh-huh)<
I Can Hear You Lyrics
Leaky faucet dripping in the kitchen Rubber squealing - watch out in the alley Mr. Marley's probably late for work again Birdie singing - telling me to get up Such a soothing sound floating on the wind I just keep listening Funny how You speak to me In such mysterious ways Chorus I can hear You I can hear You It's so amazing how Your voice keeps breaking through I can hear You There's a church bell ringing out the hour Like an old friend calling through my wind
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And in a minute we'll finish it with a little meLeaky faucet dripping in the kitchen Rubber squealing - watch out in the alley Mr. Marley's probably late for work again Birdie singing - telling me to get up Such a soothing sound floating on the wind I just keep listening Funny how You speak to me In such mysterious ways Chorus I can hear You I can hear You It's so amazing how Your voice keeps breaking through I can hear You There's a church bell ringing out the hour Like an old friend calling through my wind
Sex into sleepin on bedsheets outta Italy
Then send yo' ass back home without no energy
[Fat Joe]
Yo, after I take you on a night on the town
We could, slide to the telly when nobody's around
The next-door neighbors complainin because they hearin the sound
[Both] It's goin down da-down da-down, da-da-da-da-da-da down
[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy Martin]
[FJ] I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like
But I know what niggaz like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
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Hit.. got another hit