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fat joe - aloha lyrics

“aloha”
(feat. pleasure p & rico love)

[intro: rico love (fat joe)]
h-llo…
(coca)
aloha…
(crills mania)
it’s love…
(yeah)
turn the lights on!

[hook: pleasure p (fat joe)]
i ain’t gotta lie, so don’t even trip,
i’m super-duper fly, you know that i’m the sh-t,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
throw up a bunch of cash, make them b-tches do the splits,
they say
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, aloha,
because they know that i’m the sh-t,
they say
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, aloha,
aloha, (yeah!) because i’m so fly,

[verse 1: fat joe]
i’m supa dupa fly, you can call me missy’s boo,
pull up in the slr, have all the mamis sick of you,
all them college credits, you can throw them things away,
you ain’t gonna be needin’ a job, you f-ckin’ with jose!
heyy, h-llo, h-llo, aloha,
i go hard, i’m so fly, we so hot, they so not,
shiiiit, them other n-gg-s is lame,
seat you on the sidelines, time to put you in the game,
coca be the name, party’s up in diddy’s house,
pushed her through the door, set to show her what the city ’bout,
touched a couple blocks, got the dough and skate off,
and just like bernie, me and my baby mad-off
h-llo!

[hook: pleasure p (rico love)]
i ain’t gotta lie, so don’t even trip,
i’m super-duper fly, you know that i’m the sh-t,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
throw up a bunch of cash, make them b-tches do the splits,
they say
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, aloha, (aloha!)
because they know that i’m the sh-t,
they say
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, aloha,
aloha, (it’s love!) because i’m so fly!
(turn the lights on!)

[verse 2: rico love]
try to play me short, i’m a f-ck around and fade a b-tch,
fresh up off the porch on that kool-aid and them tater chips,
don’t f-ck with lames, ’cause they be on that hater sh-t,
if you got a problem with me go ahead and say that sh-t!
i’m scuba-diving in jamaica trick,
put the mic down, i’m on that anita baker sh-t!
or you could find me on the charts,
or up in st. barts racing european cars,
screamin’ “f-ck the law” in by baby mama roll,
and she my baby mama ’cause them other b-tches flaw!
ohhh, i’m what them other b-tches call,
a m-th-f-ckin’ pimp, it’s pimpin’ when i’m involved,
h-llo!

[hook: pleasure p]
i ain’t gotta lie, so don’t even trip,
i’m super-duper fly, you know that i’m the sh-t,
220 on the dash, got 40 on my hip,
throw up a bunch of cash, make them b-tches do the splits,
they say
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, aloha,
because they know that i’m the sh-t,
they say
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, aloha,
aloha, because i’m so fly!

[verse 3: fat joe]
now tell me why these haters wanna see the end of joe?
honestly, i’m runnin’ out of ways to send my dough,
i’m burnin’ down the stores, i’m such a shopaholic,
whatcha know it ain’t trickin if you really got it!
louis scarfs, louis frames, louis chucks,
louis boxers, got all the louis she wants, yeahhhhh!
and you ain’t got nothin’ for us,
millions on the tourin’ and the crib ain’t gotta mortgage,
yes i’m the rain man, must i remind you?
throw it in the air, watch her spread it like the swine flu!
haha, they say joey on some other sh-t,
and if that b-tch start actin’ up, i go and grab my other b-tch!

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