Fat Joe's first single off his eleventh album is, "Another Round," a collaboration with Chris Brown. The Another Round Songfacts reports that it was his first Hot 100 hit for four years.
Fat Joe has also had major beef with his ex TS Crew member Cuban Linkz who was a part of Fat Joe TS Crew until they had a disagreement about money royalties and the pair had a fight and Fat Joe knifed Cuban Linkz on the side of his face. The beef has quiet down now but they are no longer friends and nor do they speak to each other.
Yellow tape
Fat Joe Lyrics
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This feel like the whole entire world collapsed
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking
Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jackson
Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's
Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's
Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's
Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's swag swag)
What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean
Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam
When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream
Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine
Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold
Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though
Eight bricks get it shaved off
Yeen' Ho Yeen' know (You ain't know)
Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy
When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed
White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it
Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it
Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips
Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks
Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk
Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk
Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that
To the South Bronx and I pop that
She call you for that ride back (Haan)
South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it
Coke boy (Joe Crack)
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
The first line of the song Yellow Tape, "Attention please, attention please, this feel like the whole entire world collapsed" sets the tone for the rest of the song, signaling a sense of chaos and turmoil. The song is about the drug trade and the lifestyle that comes with it, specifically in the Bronx. The song's title, Yellow Tape, refers to the police tape used to block off a crime scene. Fat Joe brags about his success and wealth as a drug dealer, boasting about selling eight bricks (kilos of drugs) and his abundance of firearms. The chorus repeats the line "Work, work, work, I got it" emphasizing the constant hustle and hard work that comes with the drug trade.
Throughout the song, Fat Joe references famous drug dealers and rappers, such as J Prince and Tony Hawk. He also name drops different locations in New York City, including Harlem and the South Bronx. The song is full of violent imagery, with lines about home invasions and guns with eight clips. The song ends with the refrain "We got it, I got it", driving home the message that Fat Joe and his crew are in control.
Line by Line Meaning
Attention please, attention please, This feel like the whole entire world collapsed
The song is a call to attention as the rapper Fat Joe believes the world is in a state of chaos
Uh, this that yellow tape shit They keep running out of it We just sold like 8 bricks We ain't running out of it This our fucking hood bitch Run yo' ass up out of it This gun come with eight clips Shoot 'til I run out of it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it I got it, I got it
Fat Joe describes a dangerous world of drugs, gangs, and violence. He speaks of constantly having cocaine and guns available and being in control of the situation.
This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jackson Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago
The rapper describes his extravagant and reckless lifestyle, where he is surrounded by violence, women, drugs, and money. He emphasizes his power and generosity towards the people close to him.
Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's swag swag) What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though Eight bricks get it shaved off Yeen' Ho Yeen' know (You ain't know) Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes
Fat Joe paints a picture of himself as a tough and hip person who is part of the violent and fashionable Harlem community. He glorifies his sexual conquests and drug dealing, but also warns the listeners about the dangers of going against him.
You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that To the South Bronx and I pop that She call you for that ride back (Haan) South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it Coke boy (Joe Crack)
Fat Joe speaks about his ownership of drugs, guns, and luxury items, and how he is part of a gang that is always armed and ready for any threats. He also boasts about his wealth and success.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: RAKIM MAYERS, ISAAC HAYES, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, DAVID PORTER, WILLIAM LEWIS, DWAYNE CARTER, KARMIN KHARBOUCH, ROJEAN O'NEAL, SHANDEL GREEN, RAY ILLYA FRASER
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@Bigbeast72411
A$AP is always killing it in every song he's in.
@georgealves3461
nao deixe o hip hop morrer
@chancechapman5038
This song forever gunna go hard 🔥🔥
@TheTriangleOffense47
You could tell A$AP was ahead of everyone else on this track. From his verse, to his part in the video, to the models, and the clothes. Rocky really changed shit up if we're being honest. Everyone else was playing catch up.
@jonathandegante7960
he was hungry
@Lowkey.has.a.headache
thats hella tru
@jaysorto1817
+Jonathan Degante that's a facts he was but he still not ahead of lil Wayne and Joe not even french they been had bread b4 he got here
@jonathandegante7960
Jay Sorto that dont even matter lol he already rich
@Kamal9Deuce
Props
@gd213213
i never get tired of asap's flow