Lyrics:
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe Joe, get ya tape decks ready
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this
that
But think how we think about it
I sit on the stand
Creepy Uncle Joe
And I get hot, I got a lot of, I got hairy legs that turn
Creepy Uncle Joe
harvey nichols, Pass the beggars gotta throw them nickels
I take these tunes so serious, Gonna make these songs official
I don't cap in my raps got too
it
Chorus
(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
polic-iano's, pabolos
amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)
I found out like two weeks ago that I was a pimp
I don't stack that shit by the four 'cause I'm not a shrimp
Man I do it, put that shit on everything
about Billy Joe anyhow.
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge,
and now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchee
nigga might take a chain
You don't know nothin' about my pain
You don't know nothin' what they sayin
You don't know nothin
Bout them cops, they
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
got the answers
First you take the Black Mamba from us, then the Black Panther (damn)
Fuck 2020, this whole year started off wack
Best part
like the old
Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck
Until almost mysteriously, well it was the
Lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
Joe
talkin' like that nigga paid?"
Take off my carti's so you
Can look at my face
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
I don't give a fuck that he made
I
no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product
He said women were made to love, money is made to spend
Life is something buddy , you will never live again
Oh I've got to admit it, Joe sure knows
through every time when I
Every time I come to town (Hey)
Niggas’ bitches come around (yeah, yeah)
And I take 'em up, up and away
(Up and away with it, Up,
stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking it
Chorus
(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
Ricky means well but Ricky ain't got a thing
Joe's got a name and jezzy loves fame
She wants a man to show so, it's all about Joe
They call her
Ricky means well but Ricky ain't got a thing
Joe's got a name and jezzy loves fame
She wants a man to show so, it's all about Joe
They call her
about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe McAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch
night
Stop lying to me cause you're ticking me off
See you're ticking me off, ooh
[Joe]
(Hook)
I can tell you're lying
Cause when you're replying
You
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
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