Lyrics:
voicemails that I can't delete
Man I miss how it used to be, I wonder where you are
I reminisce with the stars tonight
And I think of how we knew them all by
What's playin' at The Roxy?
I'll tell ya what's playin' at The Roxy.
A picture about a Minnesota man
So in love with a Mississippi girl
That he
the true and certified who resided pimpin' back
Fat Joe is good coke and the crack in the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But I pack is the best
So when
By design we're tough
There's no whining in those dreams force
If you can pick the winners and
Fix your mind for team sports
And if you can't then so
What's playin' at the Roxy?
I'll tell ya what's playin' at The Roxy
A picture about a Minnesota man
So in love with a Mississippi girl
That he
ain't jokin, you can bet you'll be chokin
on a fist full of nuttin, meanwhile I'll be puffin
on a fat blunt, what punk? You don't know the half
Tryin
the fellas
Oh what a feelin', yeah man, I tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn crew
Fire up the dank for MC Pooh
To the partners from the park, Joe
What's playin' at The Roxy?
I'll tell ya what's playin' at The Roxy.
A picture about a Minnesota man
So in love with a Mississippi girl
That he
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
drastic. She got Dracula kinfolk
Soon as she grab it, she gone
Get it! Get it! Get it! Get it!
Man, I can't tell you no lie
Money bring bitches. Bitches
to the right, yep yep
One step back
cnother step back,
Cross left step, then we cross right back,
Grown man swag, Ladies shake ya ass,
Fat Joe fellas rock away
Joe Bananas
Niggaz aint saying nothin slick to a can of oil
You know i told the bitch you gotta be loyal but at the same time im trying to just fuck
everything straight like a just got a perm
Ain't takin no advice, I know I'm nice
Hurry & get ya verse, before I raise my price
Bet it's worth it, I make it
kisser, bet yo ass ain't rememberin'
They say my city's tougher than two fat bitches scissoring
So nigga I'm a veteran, retire my letterman
Have K's out
the Midi gold frame
Crime in the city but the city won't say
Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
I'm a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
I'm
raise up in the stack
Schoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you ass
Will be fillin on the
Foul type, then you say "Hi!" when I pass by
A nigga tryna act
You Know You done Fucked Up
I'm Glad Y'all Set It Off
You Prolly Mad Because You Can't
Eat Off Me No More
Don't Wanna Hear You Crying Or
Offer You No
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
a fly
I'm the best, anybody that can't decide
Don't know about bars or the art of rhymes
One line of fat hands
So P Money's a one-liner man
So there's
me
It took seven niggas to get a buck fifty
But ya man got his fuckin' face broke
Punched on 'em and put 'em
In like egg yolks
I damn near made that
Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack
A couple grand for the Louie band nap sack
Understand I'm the man who you can't match
Money man minivan full
your brain on X
And you could bet ya pants on the best
Cause C Whyte been getting doe since Hootie was a blow
Everybody round me getting doe
If you
know
I was fucking her with my Billy club
I was out the next day I called her on the phone
She said "Hello Joe"
I said "Bitch fuck on I'm a free man now,
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