Lyrics:
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
And don't chill-out too hard or you'll be out of the box
Stop running your face and try to listen instead
Or you'll be known as a loud-mouth Joe Rockhead
know the time
I kick hip-hop in its true form
Big up to Fat Joe, congratulations on the newborn
[ VERSE 2: Marquee ]
Like the Coyote I gets Wile E.
so fast damn I rip the page
Tell me, why does my mind just go berserk
Spitting music to be murdered by while driving home from work
If we're talking
There's a tattoo heart
With an arrow through the middle
Of a name that looks like Joe
And a young girl's looking
At her makeup in the mirror
Puts
a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said
"Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Chea
Uhn
Y'all already know
I like the sound of music
Especially the one's that vibing
I like to keep my music ace
I like the speakers bumping
I
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
unimpressed by my Ferrari
(Vroom) her attitude'll sting
I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)
Takin' it back to the days I
Was emailin' blogs my own music, man
onna poster
You don't like my music you must be sober
Suited up like I'm at the Met Gala
Nike sweats and my shirt by Palace
Bitch I'm a star like Dallas
I would like to barbecue
And I could wait to barbecue too
Down the street the barbecue is better
Than the barbecue right here
But Joe did me wrong
CALIENTE
Music & Lyrics by Chris Urquiaga, JohnnyTechAudio, Naldo Benny, Rick Joe, and Ramoon
VERSO 1 (JChris)
Ta’ caliente
Bien fogosa ta’ la cosa
It was like building a home, installed a window unit by your bed and then slept in my jeans with our phones dead on the windowsill. No one to call.
or comfortable
He would do but mostly he enjoyed being with his friends and family
His early inspirations toward rap music were
The LL's of the world,
or comfortable
He would do but mostly he enjoyed being with his friends and family
His early inspirations toward rap music were
The LL's of the world,
It's just Me against the world
Yeah I'm by Myself
Its me and my girl
I don't need no help
For someone Who's "irrelevant"
Y 'all give me lots
isn't mastered
CD is in plastic, these niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake Joe
with a country music star
And still be proud to go right back to bein´ who they are
Mary´s just a plain Jane
Billy´s just an ordinary Joe
Everybody
to fit in
While I labeled their faces, turned them to my motivation
I brought home all the power from the world
Turned it into music then I sang it out
vibe with me I Know she wanna fuck though
She got a nigga but she blowing up My phone though
Pretty face, small waist and she got That fat ass whooo
Ey
Stacks
Fat ass she tryna get famous
Girl she so dangerous
When I'm in it i cant mantain it
Imma beat some more entertain it
Lil shorty look good
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
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