Lyrics:
Our dad
would send us to our room
he'd be the voice of doom
he said that we would thank him later
all day
he was solid as a rock
but by eight
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
now she tryna come fuck all on a star
My nigga just got them pounds through, ridin' 'round town tryna dodge the narc
My other nigga got your main boo,
on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on Joe, you can always change your name
Thanks a lot son,
though we ain't got hats or badges
We're a union just by sayin' so
And the world will know
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready?
Goodbye Joe, I got to go, me-oh, my-oh
I got to go pull the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, she's the sweetest one, me-oh, my-oh
Son-of-a-gun,
torn joe
I think they gay, don't want to play my shit up north
But that's okay, jealousy can go a long way
And what goes around comes around in
today, he'll beat it, Joe Frazier
My Guccis, I went all-blue, Nipsey feet (feet)
You see diamonds on my neck, that's Water by G (G)
She went brazy
Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin' big shit, yeah, I'm the one
Lock in the pots and we
Beat 'em off
In October of 93' in a city some call T.O
A baseball was hit by good man named Joe
Bottom of the 9th and of course, the World Series Game
mind but it kept me locked inside
With nowhere really to hide, God why
Why is it every time that I just want peace of mind
That something has to come by
doper than Mike Jackson and Anna Nicole
Whitney Houston in the bath tub
If dope had legs I be Mary and Jones
Cause I'm doped up, lifting your weight
singin along to an clan Jackson song
Boot scootin two steppin, better be gettin in line
Its a damn good night to have a hell of a honky tonk time
By
Ayo be the quote
Talking to them folks hanging by his throat
I was missing Ps with my nigga smoke
Turn a nigga beef into sloppy joe
By any means you
fa più
Basi di Joe DiMaggio
Un altro striscia la carta: colpo gobbo
Lei gobba su un colpo grosso
Come la striscia di Gaza
Dopo una lecca di C
Lui fa
view, tiny, two by two
When the boys come marching home
(Home, marching home)
(Home, marching home)
When the boys come marching home
(When the boys
(This is...)
(This is...)
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah, I know what this is
Listen
Yo, Joe, I tell them girls like this...
I say my love's the bomb
with a rhyme
Danny D, are you ready?
Ready as I'll ever be
Steady, you know, Joey Joe is ready
Jordan and Jon, yeah, come on, we got a funky, funky
fall to the ground
Turn to brown through the day just like you
Live for the day
I see your heart is empty I've got plenty
Joe come ride with me
I
up the place from where my face was hid
Hide my face, Hide my face
You make me hide my face
When God comes around
Saved by grace, I live by faith
So,
thoties jack sons way faster than Galactus
C'mon man now who gone raise these bastards
I should dropout and come back when I'm 30
Maybe then they won't
and rollin' in a rocking chair made of wood
Lookin' at the water tower road with the hill right by the sun come
Dually kickin' up dust on a one lane road
Yo what up, this is Bigg Snoop Dogg
Ayo Red Spyda, play that shit nigga
Yeah, Joe Beast and The Game
Aftermath Entertainment
Whoo Kid classic,
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