"Fat Joe" lyrics

We gon' take you back
Like good weed and cognac
Rolling in a Pontiac, feel the breeze
Flower in a bag
Louder than this track
Leanin' back like some Cali palm trees

We gon' take you back
Like good weed and cognac
Rolling in a Pontiac, feel the breeze
Flower in a bag
Louder than this track
Leanin' back like some Cali palm trees

Back when the booze still treated me well
Back when the weed still put you in a cell
Back when I first made a trek to the West and I wanted to come back like I was LL
Didn't have nothin' when I moved to LA
Just a little dream and a guitar to play
Gotta get on and make it, I been in the basement spittin' all day, tryna go all the way, ay ay ay
I ain't perfect, I look back and I got some regrets
But I made songs that people still love and I ain't done yet...
Speaking of which, I gotta do some shit
Gonna get some new music written
In the meanwhile, you can bump this new shit and later on play all of my future hits
Uh

Yeah, I'm leaned back chillin'
Oh, what a feeling
Stars in the sky, there must be a million
Lost in the vibe
Dancing on the ceiling
Type of healing sounds so appealing
Got VSOP
Like Henny and some of that OG
I be keepin' it low key
So most they don't know me
But I don't need no trophies
'Cause long as I got my potnas and my family to kick it
I'll deal with the critics
I handle my business, I don't do the gimmicks
Counting my blessings while counting the minutes
And as long as I'm here
Make it all disappear, problems in the rearview
Nowadays I got a clear view
On a cloud as we steer through

We gon' take you back
Like good weed and cognac
Rolling in a Pontiac, feel the breeze
Flower in a bag
Louder than this track
Leanin' back like some Cali palm trees

So lean back, lean back, lean back
Fat Joe
Lean back, lean back, lean back
Fat Joe

Came way too far, we can't turn back
Fuck wit KP, he getting a dirt nap
Real G from the streets and I earned that
'Boutta go and leave Earth off the Earth pack
Bad bitch with the fattest ass
**** know not to touch like the thermostat
Where my burner at
Smooth criminal
This my murder rap
True slider ****
Like a burger snack
I'm addicted to women and alcohol
Red Dead Redemption, I was living without the law
Lustful, it wasn't love, baby, not at all
But she good for the head like some Tylenol
Gave my life to this music
Gave pipe 'til she lose it
No point in refusing, girl, I'm a dog
A hopeless romantic 'til
I'm in those panties
And then I might vanish
And never call
Checks and balance
Reckless habits
Sippin' yak, Kung Fu Kenny blastin'
Kail and Hoppa like Carl and Lenny
Larry magic
Lethal Weapon, get to steppin' or he blastin'
Fuck you and all them questions you be askin'
Pimp juice in my cup and I ain't passin'
Rent due, need them bucks, hoe, I ain't askin'
Broke as fuck
Ain't no pension for this passion
KP waX Young De
Underground big 3
Something interesting gon' happen
Couldn't eat for free
So I told peeps I was intermittent fasting
Went hard with the craft
Monetary math
Told me lean a lil' backwards
I was way down bad
Flower in a bag
Is what he using to relax 'em

We gon' take you back
Like good weed and cognac
Rolling in a Pontiac, feel the breeze
Flower in a bag
Louder than this track
Leanin' back like some Cali palm trees

Lean back, lean back, lean back
Fat Joe