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I am number one, you're number two
So who's the third guy
Oh that's Joe, she's a man
Never would've thought that
They call them she-males
Sounds
By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s
It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover
That's what's
your wake
Eliminate all the wrongs in your life
Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes
[Interlude + hook]
[Fat Joe
There’s an old guy I know, I call him Goodbye Joe
He’s a long time friend of the family
Day by day kinfolk died or moved away
But Goodbye Joe stayed
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
There's a man in town all the women know
He goes by the name of Nosey Joe
He don't care if they're married, he takes his pick
Long as they're women,
be a shame."
"Whatcha gonna do tomorrow, Joe?
Whatcha gonna do on Christmas, got any plans?"
"Nothin' much."
"Why don't you come by the house
to get him
He's the luckiest guy in the world
Average Joe he's got nothing to show
Got an average look does it all by the book, Average Joe
He can always
Everyone knows everybody else
Let's skip introductions
Talk on little Joe
His mother left for me to mind
A 100 a week
A lovely guy of 26
Loves
made a song about Joe Ingles?
Yea
Lean drippin' down the drain, don't wanna get caught
40 body 20 and I double what you thought
This gotta be the first
massa
Me yɛ guy roff
Yɛ no yenni hwee, yɛ nya kakraa nsu'a we dey chop all
Why dem dey call me suicide?
Man I pull up with the top off
When I ball it's
to Kentucky where the funeral was held
I cried all the way to Kentucky
His memory so sweet to recall
Uncle Joe lived such a good life
Love and respected by
the guy
Many Master master Joe starts picking it
You better watch were my yale is in the good by the guy
OJ Black starts picking it
Es una realidad
Chica tu
They just, wanna, turn me, to a
bad guy
But I had to do it my hands tied
Grass looking hungry on my side
I'm winning this by a landslide
Holdup wait
I had a friend called Joe,
When friends were hard to find,
He had a restless soul,
And something on his mind,
One day I went away,
and then
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
Fabolous:
Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...
Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
mobs look to/
your spleen and chest
There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate
No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get
Joe Crack, yeah man
ruined,
And who is the media really controlled by,
-Say congrats to the wrong guy,
-On the TV and online, it be all lies, till the whole United States is
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