Lyrics:
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped
They say, "Oh my God
Did you see this Trump guy?"
(who is this guy?)
The Mexicans were sent away
There's no more crime (terrific)
I gave the black guys
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
I sometimes wish I was a kid again
Down in the old neighborhood
Just to be with Charlie, with little Joe and Pete
Boy, we had a quartette that was
to the average guy
But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to play the sidelines
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women,
hiking with Joe Spivey
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
All the counsellors
hiking with Joe Spivey
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner
All the counsellors
I'm on my Polo G vibes
Smoking getting high
I'm just rolling round the city with a baddy by my side
Know I keep nine
I heard you're a pussy you got
I'll die by this
To hotwire my drive you need at least nine lives
So get to dying my G
If you need help I'll kill you five times
Cuz I'm nice guy
This
'em scratchin' it like the fleas
And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?
The guy ya bit ya style from off
'em scratchin' it like the fleas
And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?
The guy ya bit ya style from off
hiking with Joe Spivey,
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Lennard Skinard,
He got tomain poisoning last night after dinner!
All the counselors hate
are
How many of the astronauts can you name huh how many
My heroes were people like Joe DiMaggio who proved that nice guys can finish first
And Stan
Arrangements by Joe Barrucco
Music by Bertrand Paré and Joe Barrucco
You say you’ve got a boyfriend.
But why don’t we just play pretend
That he don’t exist… He
business
Do it
Do it
I don't trust these hoes
This a no trust zone
Not your average joe
Why you leave me though
I don't trust these hoes
This a no trust zone
Starting Five, this inspired by the guys
And I'm here to talk my shit Cause Speero really on fire
Cause Speero really on fire
I been living crazy
You boys can all step aside, Diana with me
Joe been lying Down but I'll stand up to see
Side by side we ain't Adam and Eve
But if we talking gardens
By the way free my man melly bro
I wanna see him grow old
Joe Is Back Bitch
Better then ever
make this cream
Member Wavey Joe fuckin up the radio
I took Scouse grime to them niggas and that's all on me
I'm the one they're gonna call on g
U
Yo, I don't think I could use any more beats from that guy
It's from the same guy called Wolfing Progress
Here we go with this remix
Yo
I'm K-Boyd
They coming for your rights can you pay attention? aye
Now you see the ones protected by the system aye
They raided Trump's house, why they ain't
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