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of the stu for being sloppy
Joe$ya mane
Don't treat music like it's a hobby
Beat sales going crazy man they cop it like is molly
And the beats hit hard like
about me got me so confused
Ya losahs, taking these L's by the day
If you don't want another get the fuck out my way
Run it back my niggas
Run it back my
drinkin' in Boston
Joe's gonna take us home
We don't care 'cause we know we aint alone
'Cause we went drinkin' in Boston
Down by old Fenway
Drinkin' to all
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
at
Passing the buck!
Has no Covid plan!
Controlled by the woke.
The American dream’s
Going up in smoke!
Joe defunds police!
Shuts pipelines down.
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga
a problem problem, making dominoes fall like autumn
Took my music, made it modern
Got with Joe G, said let's make an album, ya dig
I don't know what you've
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
Kollár
V piči jak ľudia čo hovoria soráč
Olá sme hot jak plynový šporák
Zas ďalší album a zas ďalší hit
Tam kde dáme feat to je heat jak Miami
Sold
put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
taking hit's
I go do a show and with the
Back and get yo block blitzed
Niggas call me Farrakhan
Drive-by’s only increase
White flag wavin’ dead we tappin’
better man
Life hits hard but you always got to get up
Want to make change then you got to get fed up
With the way things are every day I get better,
Homes
Schein am Mic bis jeder sich sonnt
Most Wanted Rapper bei WOM
Drop Hits wie Bomben und fliege davon
Bigger als Pun, fetter als Joe
Der erste
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
as dangerous
I'll push the narrative, you'd rather be more famous than rich
You'll never hit the lotto
You don't scratch the surface
Can't forget Mick
I'll make
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah,
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