Lyrics:
the Feds looking
We be U$hIn out that gas hidden underneath the cushion
I’m talking couches, ounces, syrup by the fountain
We be cooking up that work
It’s
careful, that chick belongs to Smokey Joe"
'Till from behind the counter, I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by
yeah
hold up check
bizzzthat
yall ready
ha
you Can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass me Joe Montana you can’t pass we Joe Montana you can’t pass
gettin' dough, just like Lucky Luciano
People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
Never ate the paint,
was Joe 3H from Capitol Records
He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo, you got a deal with Capitol? Okay, man, just make sure it's not
Came walkin' on in through the door
At least I'd never saw her down at Smokey Joe's Café
And I started shakin' when she sat right now next to me
Her
careful, that chick belongs to Smokey Joe"
'Till from behind the counter, I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by
Ladies und Gentlemen: Das Telefonat
Musik hin und her. Wie viel Alben hab ich schon für den
Affen geschrieben? Und der redet mit mir heute so
Als wär'
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here
It's Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I'm the last nigga to know I got old
Which is
be there
When nobody's waiting for me
That Joe Payne
Will be no good to ya
He's a Payne by name
And a pain by nature
Ooh-woah-oh
That Joe Payne
Is
rear view mirror with me
Chasing dreams and honey, you got what I like
Underneath the lights of the desert sun
Joe's on, Joe's on fire
Joe's on fire
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
yeyi na yeyi
Yeyi na yeyi
Edafom mpo aa yeyi
Nsemfo aye hin oooo
nti yeyi na yeyi
I'm into my prime wo dwen me ho fa nsafoa wo ne lime
Nsemfo menni ho
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
promotin graphic anger
You should run for governor, Republicans be lovin ya!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag like some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
Came walkin' on in through the door
At least I'd never saw her down at Smokey Joe's Café
And I started shakin' when she sat right now next to me
Her
holdin' water, they say old Joe
Will stop and give you a ride, and
Just like you, some hitchhiker will be
Comin' by"
"So here son," he said to me, "get
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Came walkin' on in through the door
At least I'd never saw her down at Smokey Joe's Café
And I started shakin' when she sat right now next to me
Her
and coffee beside.
Joe in my life, like a diamond, shines bright,
Relax, , Joe - my brother, right?
Joe, wake up, hello!
Joe, come on, let's go!
Joe, let's
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
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