Lyrics:
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JOE'S GARAGE is a stupid story about how the government is going to try to do away
with music (a prime cause of unwanted mass behavior!
let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
money makas, ya dig
[Soopafly]
Shit, here we come again
Back it up, mack rollin' with a thick piece
Me, Soopa, Big Che pimpin'
Mackin', smokin'
Poem here says, Comment #1
Uh, Comment #2 is dynamite
But Comment #1 is the one we decided
To use here this evening
Because it makes a comment if you
I don't know what to do with you, Joe
I've been loving you all of these years
And the moments all go by so slow
When I think of the joy and the love
better commit me so
dig up my honey film an unboxing video
Here I am
it’s 11 at night
Slip the groundskeeper Clyde a 5 to get inside
Don’t worry homie
I
and everything,
I know you'll like it, just you wait and see.
Maybe first we'll dig a movie,
Then we'll hit they high spots feelin' groovy.
That's why I
was
Too preachy. Anyway, I enjoyed the director's last film immensly."
Buffoon: "Cathleen Turner has big fuckin' tits!"
Valedictorian: "Yes, well, she
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in
myself
By myself
I don't need no help, I don't need no help
No one else
Kick it with myself, kick it with myself
By myself
I don't need no help, I
rolling up big ones
Big Dawg only move when its business
I was smart i only failed by attendance
Rolex pointers you can check out the pendants
And i was
(Checkin' it)
Uno, I came with the chopper
I leave a hole in
You like motherfuckin' bagels (Bagels)
Girl, don't you listen to
Them little niggas
I swear they
dreams
Love's gone, DOA once we left the murder scene, Joe
When the love goes, the trust goes
It's like you hit my heart with a snub nose
I don't give
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
a time for celebration
Yo, I think we just made it, we gon be raging, throwing hands up to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, in here
Big booty, don’t
who don't know I go by Slaydro
Ready, set, go
I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco
Germinate the seed then just let it grow
Then harvest like
Y'all step back cause its my time
If i pull with gang then you might get Bined
Slow dance girl Kotch and whine
Baby drop that low don't break your
to me when we fuckin' (talk back)
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (bling)
Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (let's go)
Get lost on a bitch, ain't
dig? Ya dig?
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they
returned from an Urn to a Blunt
Had a hunch Big Worms getting his perm done for lunch
Them junkies acting like Monkeys
On his back by the bunch lunching
by Kid Joe
Ah yea I'm Shawn Jay and I want to make a special announcement
To all the baby mamas I see you bitch, you too bitch
Baby, baby, baby
(that's really shitty writing)
Right before we smoke ourselves out
And the oceans turn black
And by the time I finish it up, I've arrived
Noelle's on my
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