Lyrics Aloha - Fat Joe , Pleasure P , Rico Love
Hello...
(Coca)
Aloha...
(Cribs
Mania)
It's
Love...
(Yeah)
Turn
the
lights
on!
I
ain't
gotta
lie,
so
don't
even
trip,
I'm
super-duper
fly,
you
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
220
on
the
dash,
that
.40
on
my
hip,
Throw
up
a
bunch
of
cash,
make
them
bitches
do
the
splits,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha
Because
they
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha
Aloha,
(Yeah!)
because
I'm
so
fly,
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
fuckin'
with
Jose!
Heyy,
hello,
hello,
aloha,
I
go
hard,
I'm
so
fly,
we
so
hot,
they
so
not,
Shiiiit,
them
other
niggas
is
lame,
See
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
made-off
Hello!
I
ain't
gotta
lie,
so
don't
even
trip,
I'm
super-duper
fly,
you
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
220
on
the
dash,
that
.40
on
my
hip,
Throw
up
a
bunch
of
cash,
make
them
bitches
do
the
splits,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha,
(Aloha!)
Because
they
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha
Aloha,
(It's
Love!)
because
I'm
so
fly!
(Turn
the
lights
on!)
Try
to
play
me
short,
I'm
a
fuck
around
and
fade
a
bitch,
Fresh
up
off
the
porch
on
that
Kool-Aid
and
them
tater
chips,
Don't
fuck
with
lames,
'cause
they
be
on
that
hater
shit,
If
you
got
a
problem
with
me
go
ahead
and
say
that
shit!
I'm
scuba-divin'
in
Jamaica
trick,
Put
the
mic
down,
I'm
on
that
Anita
Baker
shit!
Or
you
could
find
me
on
the
charts,
Or
up
in
St.
Barts
racing
European
cars,
Screamin'
"FUCK
THE
LAW"
in
by
baby
mama
Roll,
And
she
my
baby
mama
'cause
them
other
bitches
flaw!
Ohhh,
I'm
what
them
other
bitches
call,
A
muthafuckin'
pimp,
it's
pimpin'
when
I'm
involved,
Hello!
I
ain't
gotta
lie,
so
don't
even
trip,
I'm
super-duper
fly,
you
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
220
on
the
dash,
that
.40
on
my
hip,
Throw
up
a
bunch
of
cash,
make
them
bitches
do
the
splits,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha,
Because
they
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha
Aloha,
because
I'm
so
fly!
Now
tell
me
why
these
haters
wanna
see
the
end
of
Joe?
Honestly,
I'm
runnin'
out
of
ways
to
spend
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
got
a
mortgage,
Yes
I'm
the
rain
man,
must
I
remind
you?
Throw
it
in
the
air,
watch
her
spread
it
like
swine
flu!
Haha,
they
say
Joey
on
some
other
shit,
And
if
that
bitch
start
actin'
up,
I
go
and
grab
my
other
bitch!
I
ain't
gotta
lie,
so
don't
even
trip,
I'm
super-duper
fly,
you
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
220
on
the
dash,
that
.40
on
my
hip,
Throw
up
a
bunch
of
cash,
make
them
bitches
do
the
splits,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha
Because
they
know
that
I'm
the
shit,
They
say
Hello,
hello,
hello,
aloha
Aloha,
because
I'm
so
fly!
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