Lyrics:
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
gon' wanna know about me
So by now, fuck a secret if you ain't know
I'mma have to let a motherfucker feel it
You wanna act like
Every time I touch that
We can get down, we can we can get down (x8)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (x4)
Check it!
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe
back at it like an addict
Album got more dope tracks on it than an addict
Creating with everything on my plate
I don't fold under pressure, not
a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare
Then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere
think it scarred me
Then I got on the plane
Headed back to Houston like it's part of the game
Gave the money to my mother
And she couldn't complain
Then I
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
(They wanna see alot of me)
So I hate when I talk to my boy from penn and he aks
Like "cuz you've forgotten me"
I aint got time to shit,let alone
And we're going far
Flowing at the speed of Joe's guitar
Maybe not but he's so bizarre he might switch it up quick like a pro and start
Flowing fast,
love, think I'm buggin brother let me know now
[Fat Joe - overlapping Angie]
Yo.. yeah, uhh
Yo, yo..
What's his name, what's the color of his
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe Mac Allister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
After four pints of Gatorade
Like Kathleen Hanna with bear claws
Grabbing Trump by the pussy
Like Delia Smith after ten chardonnays
Making me a nice
high
Idle in the aisles cause I spend all of my time in Trader joe’s
Gotta go to Trader Joe’s the old bank on Atlantic Ave
Get my shopping done for
Man I feel like master P
Tank chain corn rows and shit
Man I feel Hector "El Father" rapping with
Jay Z
Rompediscotecas had that album in my
Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up humble apologies sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run I ain't coffee brown
Get to know me the man the person
So by the time
deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit
They don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even THINK like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
going to have ourselves some fucking fun here whether you like it or not
So who's got the album kill em all
The first album kill em all, you got it? yeah
Aye
Thank you everyone for listening to Tory-T
Now I would like to show love to the ones that raised me
Check it
Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z,
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
taller
So by magic Bill and Joe got small
While the blossom dripped
Of his gold
Ask me how
Just watch the sunflowers grow
While tall I scream
And so
ain't worried
First things first in the dirty dirty
Spit hot shit like Indian curry
Bar tender at Joe's the only ones can serve me
Gold in my mouth my
am a little dazed tonight
A little more dazed than usual my friend
And road manager George Gruel presented
Me with an album about three days ago
Called
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