Lyrics:
So face it as if it was a hot fudge sundae
Or I'll come get mine, I guess maybe one day
I gotta work hard and must use my head
You'll never hit
pink
Wrist on cold and neck on breeze
Flexing bad I gottta flee
All these racks on top of me
Smoking woods it's hard to breathe
I said fuck the time get
thinking about
But you can't see in, and it's hard looking out
I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
Well the fat's in the fire, and the water's
thinking about
But you can't see in, and it's hard looking out
I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
Well the fat's in the fire, and the water's
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
Out to get even for what
My last girl put me through
You acted so naive
I thought I'd take it out on you
So I handed you
The short end of the deal
The second one caught me hard enough
That it cracked my mask
Fell back a little dazed but
Knew he broke his hand
Acted hurt but pepper sprayed him
When he
last
The price is still the same as joe's gas
jj gets to work by five in the morning
Day after month after year
Pump the petrol, full serve only
One hit make you lean back like Fat Joe does
Jealous Ones Still Envy and they can't show love
If it's weed or it's pills better pass those drugs
10
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
A rapping prostitute (yeeeeah)
You know it's hard to spot 'em! -
But trust me the game got 'em! (fo' so')
His daddy's stealing from him
He come to me with his
a big dog off the leash
Niggas by lying right out they teeth
So I throw salt right on a leach
Woah
Hated by many men
Hating should be a sin
I don't really
doin' it now because there'll never be a later
(Do what I gotta do)
'Cause life's so hard with no paper
Ever since my homie Joe died
He turned
get pulled over
I drunk up the whole bar
I'm so scared that if I
Lose you it might hurt
Cause the letters on your thong
Spell out the word "flirt" so
his bunny’s that he got the good deals
You know
I know
We know
Its Joe
The Bro
To go
Oh no
A hoe
Towards a motherfucker with bad mommy issues
Leave
it
For fuckin' all these niggas bitches, without permission
Oh well, savage life mode, who am I to salvage hoes?
Ain't your average Joe, on the yacht
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
up
She ride my dick so hard till it threw up
She keep going that's part of the game baby yeah
The game flow like a river
I'm in her body make it shiver
a blow (smooch)
So I can't stand it anymore
I stop the car right by the lake
Grab her by the hand
Her nails they scratch I know they fake
Smoke a lil
just another hoe (not another hoe)
I don't want to be another fucking average Joe (not an average joe)
I know its hard to hear
I said it loud and clear
Remember when them cats hit you with them Chinese jokes
You came back hard and held it down for Chinese folks (word)
But what else was I suppose to do
You
it poppin'
Hit me
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
belong
Just feeling fat all day long
Men in a shiny blazers, making neat speeches, a fancy fundraiser,
Making you surrender, to the bigger picture, it
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