Lyrics:
And I came to have fun, here homie
(what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man
eating
The flesh of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
back ya breath is jumping
Spitting venom yea no cobra
G.I. Joe Lv a soldier
Chasing green a 4 leaf clover Rockstar like college posters
MPG and Wealthy
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
that what
You're looking at is all we are
Two old people
Watching the days go by
Sonny, no one is what
They look like
Everyone's so much more
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Damn, woah, this really the last song (Yeah)
And i'm still shmacking the shmiz
And i'm not your average Joe (Woah) (On god i'm not)
Woah (Huh?)
Let's
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it, then so be it
'Cause nowadays
It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
He's got a smile that makes the lilac wanta grow
He's got a way that makes the angels heave
a true inshallah
East African name for father is baba
I will not be an average Joe
No not by far
I named my beautiful baby daughter Baha
That's Arabic for
and spice and everything nice
Wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room
For the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King
even fall
beyond the sky
remembering all the good times
but we should know
that no longer we can live it so
the holy flower's by me
so i
I'm coming out your radio
I don't know who you're hating bro
But from here i don't know
If up is the right way to go
Because when people start
you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe
to make noise, the drummer boy drummin'
Dummy, that's how you niggas act around me
Yeah I know, the charisma is astounding
And the talent it overflows
?? chase then I will play
Around with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow from Joe and never stop
Better get yourself together let's rock,
to be deleted by an owl
I've got to fight this awful situation somehow
Poor Joey *who's a pretty boy then?*
Poor Joey
Poor Joe
Poor Joey
A bundle of joy
There is a man you'll hear about
Most everywhere you go,
And his holdings are in Texas
And his name is Diamond Joe.
And he carries all his money
In
was 10 feet tall
Then Joe split before the con men hit
And then the war began
Just a surfer is an easy cover
The traveling set gets information
And if you judge him by his cover
Cause you blinded
By Your covers
Then I guess he's just and average joe
That you'll never never know
Mix check
One two
on the sidewalk while the coppers watch
You need to listen when I talk, so pop a squat
Influenced by the one who finished off Papa Doc
My flow and his beat is
Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that
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