Lyrics:
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
und Pisse erzeugen kool Savas!
Doch lässt es zu! You don't want it with
Mir oder meiner Crew
Ich fick' alle Idioten mit
Einer Line und zerreiß'
Jeden am
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
the vets
This is the year for the soldier who's rollin over cadets
With explosive cassettes, even long figures, still it's respect
Shit, I'm still
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
left ear
I want to say that I'm the next up
I want it last year, they said next year
I want it this year, they say not yet
But I'mma take it from
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
a homie out the hood who did something
So why are you fronting
I'm in for ten years and I'll still wanted
You heard me homie!
Or do you try to tell it
Yeah
My album covers like Thriller
Michael Jackson come beat it, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back to back, I'm dropping God's timing
God said
)
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When thirteen-year-olds control
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
around
But it still ain't came back for black folks
Niggas get ten years out chere for selling dope
Look it's funny how they used to look up to JT
Now
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
Is it the beat, is it the rap
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13 year olds control the remote
Yeah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika Yeah, check it out, fuck it up, check it out, woah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika
Name is Joe likeaboss, going Jesus, no cross Drippin'
About a year into the Biden Presidency, Trump was interviewed. it went something like this. I wish he’d do well; you know, I love the country more
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
stimmt nicht
An Bushido bist du gebunden. Das ist richtig, für dieses Album
Das Album, und das wurde bei Sony abgegeben
Und niemand ander'n. Und
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