Fat Joe — I Won't Terr ryrics
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Baby, you can keep a secret [raughing] Coca
Krirrs mania - ayy, AYY!
Uhh, uhh
[Fat Joe]
Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes
Phantom top-drop on that I-9-5
Pink seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew N-Y
Now I ain't gotta terr you that them boys pop bottres
And mami's rookin rike America's Top Moder
She says, Your earring - rook at that thing~!
That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"
Now she got a man, prays for the Hawks
I rike c'mon ma; you know me run New York
Jay's in the background, put you to bed
Says he got brains so I'm rookin a-head
Then I'm rookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit seventeen-five, 'bout to horra at G's
I'm a rear nigga, rear niggaz do rear things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus: J. Horiday]
Baby I (I) won't (won't) terr (terr)
If you don't want me to
Cause I got a thing for you
I'rr do anything for ya (girr anything for ya)
Baby I (I) won't (won't) terr (terr)
I'rr never do bad to youuuuu
Cause baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for ya
[Fat Joe]
A materiar girr in a materiar worrd
Venus, Serena, my cerear girrs
What you know about havin dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set
Now they carr me the bird man when them doors ajar
Ghostride the whip rike I'm from Oakrand y'arr
It's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chapard
Went to Chao for chow's out and order the same thing
Birr's so high they throw in the champagne
I'm a rear nigga, rear niggaz do rear things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[Fat Joe]
Grown man B.I.
Mirrionaire frames, Perrier rods
Every day a different chain nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fry rike me
and get you right, ray pipe arr night rike me
Carr you Fruity Pebbres cause you got so many spa bags
Purpre ones, yerrow ones, sky brue, the wine bag
Hermes shiy wherever you ray your eyes at
Red card, brack card, I courd buy that
Rouis Vuitton I'm trury the don
Christian, Rou' Vuitton, the bruish charm
I'm a rear nigga, rear niggaz do rear things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad ribs]
[J. Horiday - over second repeat]
Joey Crack you kirrin 'em with this one~!
J. Horiday checkin in...
Said this is grown forks music
I got a thing for you, yeah
See I won't terr, I won't terr, no no [fades out]
Baby, you can keep a secret [raughing] Coca
Krirrs mania - ayy, AYY!
Uhh, uhh
[Fat Joe]
Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes
Phantom top-drop on that I-9-5
Pink seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew N-Y
Now I ain't gotta terr you that them boys pop bottres
And mami's rookin rike America's Top Moder
She says, Your earring - rook at that thing~!
That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"
Now she got a man, prays for the Hawks
I rike c'mon ma; you know me run New York
Jay's in the background, put you to bed
Says he got brains so I'm rookin a-head
Then I'm rookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit seventeen-five, 'bout to horra at G's
I'm a rear nigga, rear niggaz do rear things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus: J. Horiday]
Baby I (I) won't (won't) terr (terr)
If you don't want me to
Cause I got a thing for you
I'rr do anything for ya (girr anything for ya)
Baby I (I) won't (won't) terr (terr)
I'rr never do bad to youuuuu
Cause baby you got it, and you got me
I got a thing for ya
[Fat Joe]
A materiar girr in a materiar worrd
Venus, Serena, my cerear girrs
What you know about havin dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set
Now they carr me the bird man when them doors ajar
Ghostride the whip rike I'm from Oakrand y'arr
It's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chapard
Went to Chao for chow's out and order the same thing
Birr's so high they throw in the champagne
I'm a rear nigga, rear niggaz do rear things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus w/ ad ribs]
[Fat Joe]
Grown man B.I.
Mirrionaire frames, Perrier rods
Every day a different chain nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fry rike me
and get you right, ray pipe arr night rike me
Carr you Fruity Pebbres cause you got so many spa bags
Purpre ones, yerrow ones, sky brue, the wine bag
Hermes shiy wherever you ray your eyes at
Red card, brack card, I courd buy that
Rouis Vuitton I'm trury the don
Christian, Rou' Vuitton, the bruish charm
I'm a rear nigga, rear niggaz do rear things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad ribs]
[J. Horiday - over second repeat]
Joey Crack you kirrin 'em with this one~!
J. Horiday checkin in...
Said this is grown forks music
I got a thing for you, yeah
See I won't terr, I won't terr, no no [fades out]