Lyrics:
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here
It's Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I'm the last nigga to know I got old
Which is
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
niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
me and Fat Joe still provoking
of the friends that you've got
Oh no, oh no
I said don't call me sir
Just call me Joe
Don't call me lady
Just call me Joe
Don't call me mister
Oh, just
one up on every motherfucker in the giddame
Act like you don't know my motherfuckin niddame
And things won't never be the same again
Ain't
Big man Joe
Words and music
Words and music Anthony Lee 2019
Ooh ooh Big Man Joe
He's a big man don't you know
He got high and he got low
and it with a wavy line
So y'all think that he clever
But I don't know how he fucking y'all head up
When D's just like the setup A double helix
Two wavy
[Master P:] Yo Ann, wuz up?
[Ann:] Wuz up?
[Master P:] Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything
But its like this here, (what?) how come,
Than facing a part of yourself which you know might have been
Joe-joe-joey don't do it
Don't walk out into the night
Mus' ukuthatha ngamawala
't you go ask my wife, Joe?
How about you go ask your wife
I'm sure she knows tons about sharting
You know, Joe, if you wanna shart so bad
Why don't you go
Taffy-Apple Tango Mambo Cha Cha Cha
(Heel and toe?) I don't know
Last night at Papa Joe's my buddy met a lovely dove
She was the kind you never find but
Joe, wake up, hello!
Joe, come on, let's go!
Joe, let's roll, don't delay.
Joe it`s time, let`s find our way
Can't you see? I'm getting tired,
Don shit, that's nothin new
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
Gangsta
't act clueless girl cause we knew
I don't really the have time anymore
I don't know if we can vibe anymore
And I can't make it up
It's niggas that I used
Ask Hannity or Lou Dobbs
It's like the Spanish flu and the market crash
All rolled into one
Trump's got to go, elect a Joe
Who knows how to get
but he just turned to me
And said "Why son don't you know this here
Rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
There ain't a driver on this
Or any
that carbon nigga
Baby Joe offin’ niggas vL be stalking niggas
And I’m really rich yeah
No I don’t talk to niggas
I come from the trenches
I kill all
y'all niggas steady copping insta grams
I know some niggas want me to chill but I don't give a damn
Bashing wack Mc's in the head just like Bam Bam
Stop
on the outside he knows
Low man on the totem's
Wearing giveaway clothes
Joe he fights the good fight
He wears a white uniform
The waiters are all artists
than you think, you niggaz must be slow
(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know
It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe
[Fat Joe
he bought this place
His girlfriend Jessie, she sure is sexy
She can sure be a bitch
And I don't know why but I still buy drinks for two
Maker,
on the block block my shot I'd rather ya not
Climax of the plot drop from the top still never stop
The bottom I don't like but I know life
And I know me and I
Outlaw all fracking
Come on, act like you love the earth
On his fourth day in the White House, the voters said to Joe
Pass the Green New Deal
I know you
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