Lyrics:
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
right in your face
Play this a lot smarter
{Joe Mafia}
Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance
We the same cats blazing your lab
Wu-Capone
Hey yo mic check j'm'assure qu'il n'y'a pas d'latence
J'suis comme le racisme en France moi j'prends pas d'vacances
Haha c'est l'Kid Smokey Joe, et
Hey yo mic check j'm'assure qu'il n'y'a pas d'latence
J'suis comme le racisme en France moi j'prends pas d'vacances
Haha c'est l'Kid Smokey Joe, et
Chris Tucker on Money Talks
All your stories they bore us, but I'm Keeping my cool joe like Boris
I'm Serving the Becker like Boris, your Girl love the D
Chris Tucker on Money Talks
All your stories they bore us, but I'm Keeping my cool joe like Boris
I'm Serving the Becker like Boris, your Girl love the D
the waste man's anymore
Brought an Uzi to the venue keep it on the low
I got people that would die for me I hope you know
They gon' play back all my albums
Joe
That second album came and added truth to the slander
But we learned what's good for the goose ain't good for the gander
Guess I'm askin' for advice
said
we'll call this boy "Cheakamus Joe"He grew up in the
forest with no shoes on his feetThe meanest little
kid that you'd ever meetThe only friend he
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
Verse One:
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Gordon shoes and Professor X's planes
Dare Devil sunglasses, spider man first week is what
I'm tryna do when I hit the streets
Cause my album Go HAM
far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines,
D-Nice, D-Square
And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D
And of course me... seeya!
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
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