Grimey In The Early 90s - Fat Joe

It’s a cold world colder if your skin colored

Charge me for bein armed with a street corner

In the blocks where we reside ain’t no neighborhood watch

Just us, bakin pies try cook me a watch

Try bake me a bands a like my nigga 'ye said

Make a spaceship so I could fly up outta this bitch

Now my baby girl’s stressin 'cause her dad locked up

Baby mama came to visit 'nother bitch popped up

Nightmares of a convict, Brook Ave prepared me for any conflict

Shook hands with every kingpin from Harlem The Bronx in fact

'Round the time Von Zip nicknamed me crack

Now how ill is that, my nigga told ya what he said

If he ever caught her he’ll shoot up the precinct

Oh Lord!!!

I pray the Lord forgive her

So Lord!!!

But thank you for the dope and what it bring us

Grimey in the early 90's-9−9-90's-«Fat Joe»

G-Gr-Grimey in the early 90's, far behind me not hard to find me-«Fat Joe»

G-G-Grimey in the early 90's-9−9-90's-«Fat Joe»

G-Gr-Grimey in the early 90's, far behind me not hard to find me-«Fat Joe»

I hate bitches, fake bitches, snake bitches

But I love the plastic surgeons that create bitches

Columbiana cakes test the product take a taste

Titties bouncin like immigrants up over the gates

Silicon in 'em then I’m up in 'em

Got an ass or not, get that ass a shot

Uh!

Pardon the vanity Versace on the masterpiece

No tellin where the handles be when I pull up

Back to back 50 whips thats crew love

In B.K.

with M.O.P.

yeah that’s true love

For the nigga ain’t ready yet!

D. Rose

Bet a nigga movin heavy weight!

Kilos

It’s Coca baby!

La Cosa Nostra baby!

Uh!

Follow the don it’s motto of the song

Follow the don it’s motto of the song