Lyrics:
a showstopper, phantom rocker
All I need's a little help from my friends like Joe Cocker
Hip-hopera, got you non-stop, so call the doctor
Operate on the beat
lose weight cause I'm not on the run
I'm on point like a sniper, hyper than the hyper
On the DL, overlooked by C-Cypher
Never get caught, I'm on top
screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces
Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
reminiscent of the Beatles in their later period but with some of the spastic quality of a Joe Cocker.)
Oh it's written in the village rolls
That if one
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
Elaine Paige
But without the fuckin' tunes an' Joe Cocker bollocks
East miserable Mainline
Where the air con won't be saved by Nicolas Cage
Put some
You say too late for me
That's why you hate on me
And always put weight on me
The pain ain't changing me
Incoming yeah
Something that you was
Janis Joplin
The Who
The Band
Blood, Sweat and Tears
Joe Cocker
Santana
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Sly and the Family Stone
And Mr. Jimi Hendrix
Oh
To the hip hop, Joe cocker
Rubber soul
Good time- so sublime
Go for a stroll
Dreamers are aware
World is a stage
Join the new age
Scribble words on the page
a talker
And I do not have any wheels
But I am a walker
You did it first
But I put the soul in the bitch
Like Joe Cocker
She gone get by
With some help from
Yeah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika Yeah, check it out, fuck it up, check it out, woah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika
Name is Joe likeaboss, going Jesus, no cross Drippin'
Mein Pokerface liegt auf Eis
Ihr spielt zucken wie Joe Cocker
Seid ihr Spieler oder Rocker?
Bleibt ruhig, macht euch locker
Was ihr bei euch habt
under a spacebeam spasm like Joe Cocker
The feeble-mind shocker
In ultraviolet hours, searching for blue flowerspsychedelic relics my power
Aesthetic
pisane listy i te sprośne wiersze
Moje płyty z dedykacją dla niej albo nie opchnę je jeszcze
Weźcie wszystko co mam Phil Collins (Joe Cocker)
Bo mnie
a hundred shots
Shoot a the bitches by Mr Skippa
I was at her top
Bought a pocket rocket auto cocker
Clear the block Serge Iback
Super kick like Shawn
the music box
Shout the rapper gang
We hit the competition like a
Pit vs a cocker spaniel
Uh, sit here comes the flame thrower
By the way he hold his weapon
mieście czekając jak Joe Cocker
Pezet Wuju Konkret dni gorące jak Płomień
To twój koniec gdy jak Rakim będę przy mikrofonie
Raz dwa trzy jak DJ Tomekk raz
that joe-shmo, to hop-off; pogo
Ho's tell me I'm a pro
But I knoe doe
Bro's wanna hear a flow
Cause they knoe doe
Oh, kid talkin' shit on the low-low?
when I write rhymes I don't write
Man I just rhyme
Cause the rhymes come out my mind
Defined by divine design
And now's my time, mostly talkin' to myself
And if you judge him by his cover
Cause you blinded
By Your covers
Then I guess he's just and average joe
That you'll never never know
Mix check
One two
recognized, supplyin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, n**** like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got
Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
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