Lyrics:
Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be
a fuckin' bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I
be there
When nobody's waiting for me
That Joe Payne
Will be no good to ya
He's a Payne by name
And a pain by nature
Ooh-woah-oh
That Joe Payne
Is
Joe told us what happened
Told us what, what happened
You're trying to act like you don't know what's going on, but I know
You know what happened
greatness (Uh-huh)
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. (Uh-huh)
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the Writer Of Writers
Right now, I don't know
And, man I'm, I'm just in Chicago, I'm tryna do my thing
You know, I got groups, I got acts I'm tryna get on
And like wasn't nothin really like poppin'
Here's a little story bout a man named Joe
Joe got up decided he got to go
Joe took out upon the road
Seein' things he ain't never know'd
Chasing
You know how we do it
Joe Cool
Joe
Joe Cool
Joe
Joe
So cool
Joe Cool
Joe
Joe
Joe
Joe
Joe
Joe Cool
Da da da da
Joe Cool
Da da da da
Joe Cool
Da da da da
that
Another thing man
I don't see how he got Betty away from her mother
That ol girl watches her all the time
You think Joe's wife know about that
there's nothing much harder
Than facing a part of yourself which you know might have been
Chorus
Joe-joe-joey don't do it
Don't walk out into the night
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
As he passed around them black-eyed peas
That's soul food
You know what I'm talkin' about
Said "Ol' Billie Joe ain't never had a
Lick of sense in his
Go-goin’ up – Joe Mafela, up, up, up, up
Go-go... Joe Mafela, go-goin’ up
Joe Ma-Joe Ma-Joe Ma-Joe Mafela
Bona, bona fela how I’m livin
Don’t know how my
Don't act like you don't know
I got them racks, bitch
Don't act like you don't know
I got them packs, bitch
Don't act like you don't
Know I'm wildin'
How you gonna act like that,
How you gonna act like you don't want me back,
How you gonna act like that,
How you gonna act like you don't want me
act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief
I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known
Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone
Joe's camp fits a lot of people
You don't have to know him, just come on in
Oh Mama's preachin' anyway she can
She's got a whole lotta peaches and a great
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
struck I know when it really sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker
Parties that I've made, people wonder how
don't you leave Sweetpea alone.
Keep quiet! If it wasn't for my singing you'd have to close this joint.
Has one of you seen Joe, my Joe?
For I have
say? What do you know?
If you don't loosen up the buckle
On your heart and start to chuckle
You're gonna die of boredom, Safety Joe
Now, Joe he lived in
hear you say it
Joe, Joe, Joe
Don't you ever leave
I can hear you say it
Joe, Joe, Joe
'Cause you're nothing without me
'Cause this is not a ship
Everywhere Joe Dugan
Here's a Joe, There's a Joe and you know he's groovin'
Let me teach you how to sleep, here we go Joe Dugan
And we sleep and we float
't know
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I ain't tryna be no average Joe
Gotta be something that I don't know
I'm the G-O-c-T
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