Fat Joe – The Aroma (Lyrics & Video)

The Aroma – Fat Joe Lyrics

If you played with Joe, Pun

Or any of these Spanish niggas comin' up in this game

Your ass was gettin' handed to you

All the way in Rome, I can still smell it (All the way in Rome I can smell it)

On Amalfi Coast, we can still smell it (Amalfi Coast, I can smell it)

We all in Dubai, l can smell it (Smell it)

Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)

Glass pipes burnin', I can still smell it (I can still smell it)

Crack, I still smell it (Wooooo)

If it was cooked in my kitchen

Then call it by my name

Most of these rappers say they shit like mine

But it do not feel the same, no

Ooh la la la, is what the fiends scream

This MJ and Prince, the supreme team

Indoor pools filled with cocaine

Fiends dancin' in line like a Soul Train

I hustle like a pastor's plate, we takin' offers

Your bitch took to masturbate, she can't come off of us

This the life that we chose to make, pies that we chose to bake

Life with no parole, time that we chose to take (Bombaclat)

Handin' out turkeys surrounded by all the killers

And all the corner boys got gifted the chinchillas

You had to be there, that's word to Albee Square

It's foul how I robbed a whole gym, no referee there

Marty Supreme how I peddle that dope

True story, made a hundred million off of the stove, it's Crack!

All the way in Rome, I can still smell it (All the way in Rome I can smell it)

On Amalfi Coast, we can still smell it (Amalfi Coast, I can smell it)

We all in Dubai, l can smell it (Smell it)

Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)

Glass pipes burnin', I can still smell it (I can still smell it)

I still smell it (Wooooo)

If it was cooked in my kitchen

Then call it by my name

Most of these rappers say they shit like mine

But it do not feel the same, no

I don't really think you would do it, you gotta show me

When niggas lose track of the time throw 'em a Rollie

Incase we commit a crime, go get a stollie

A OG, I'm more like Juan than Anunoby

B.I.G, Frank Matthews, a splash of Kobe

Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali, half shinobi

I been obliterating niggas for years

Is this about a verse, or is this about a career?

Ask around, they'll tell you I'm the career repo

New York love me like when Mitch hit a pair of free-throws

I was sellin' dope when they used to call it P-blow

Fuck rap, I'm just happy I ain't catch a RICO

Hear it, then you hear it again, and it hit you more

The flow sick, but you wouldn't know cause of HIPPA laws

Before we used to go to the tables, we hit the stores

Get the stamps, Carvel spoons, go get the straws

Summa cum laude, heroin diploma

Know me, I get excited off the aroma, toma!

All the way in Rome, I can still smell it (All the way in Rome I can smell it)

On Amalfi Coast, we can still smell it (Amalfi Coast, I can smell it)

We all in Dubai, l can smell it (Smell it)

Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)

Glass pipes burnin', I can still smell it (I can still smell it)

I still smell it (Wooooo)

If it was cooked in my kitchen

Then call it by my name

Most of these rappers say they shit like mine

But it do not feel the same, no