Lyrics:
annoying as fuck
Let's play more
Play more?
No thanks
I'm out
Respect to Eddie Bravo for truly questioning everything, like you supposedly did Joe
Fuck you
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
the dough
Raise hell, yell, for eternity
Run-D.M.C., k-i-n-g!
[Chorus]
a tender thing, but fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you gotta know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' 'cause I'mma kidnap you for the weekend
Now we at the pad
through with you
You can buy her a pair of hose
A little powder for her nose
And take her down to Sloppy Joe's for beer and stew
Them are the facts
are
This goes out to you (you, you)
Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you)
And you (and you)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Check it, baby, sweetie, lady,
to better myself is when I'm bet against by everyone else
So Joe hit the head on the nail
You ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel
I was gun shy,
fun on the bayou.
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
(Hank Williams)
Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
And as I wonder where you are
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
the crowd want to hear this
???,???? and none of them in they case
I'm free as a bird and to fly out on stage
I'm not here for no frontin just to say
but only for you
You tell me your sorry are you being true
I’m feeling cold got a new type of flu
My heart is on fire but frozen with snow
You’re being
hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife
[Fat Joe
free birds are soaring
Two months since the day I earned parole
Talking to myself, as I'm walking by patrol
"Joe, you're finally free, feelin' on a roll
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
cross-eyed bitch
Joe C.: I'm Joe C., tha C. stands for cool
I might be a fuck but I ain't no fool
I just rode from South Park to Golda
Cuz Kyle's mom is
Kulegame bazogcwala ngathi
Joe bazokhala ngathi and thats for sure
Oh oh yaw no we're back for more
Izinja zami ziphelele we're ready for war
Wen'
on my Braggadocio
The modern Michelangelo
Renasant savant
I am not your average fucking Joe
I’m on my Braggadocio
Many years for me to learn and grow
bloody gild
It’s money over everything, shit, you know the deal
You in a pandemic, I’m in bandemic (Heh)
We are not the same
Check the markets
Corporate
be glad to see me
Without a penny to the good
But I'm not carin' much what happens
I did the best I could
He's just good-for-nothin' Joe
But,
ride for my niggas the motives we got are too separate (Ey)
Nigga get out the way if you don't they might send you away nigga that's how it operates (Run
the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
It's the kid still holdin' the crown
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm lookin' for
stepped in only as they could
Min won a contest for dancing good
So she went away to Hollywood
When Joe heard that, it broke his heart
Aye, aye, aye,
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