Lyrics:
of Cochise
By Joe Jackson
Should've hired a private eye but they're taxing
Would've gave my friends a try but they're not assassins
No casket but want
Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come
(Thirstay, yea' she thirstay)
She tryna' hop up on my dick, no foreplay uh
The way she bounce that ass
Issa' earthquake uh
The way she ride my (ride
Snappin Snappin Snappin
3.0 We Smacking
I See These Rappers Hating
You Want A Feat I’m Taxing
The Way I Bulid My Truss
I Feel Like Action Jackson
Ain't nobody in the room high as me
All by myself but I'm seeing 3's
All em' say you wanna be like me
Michael Jordan Jackson Tyson
All em' say you wanna
It was nine months bc (hah)
Joe didn't have a clue
What Mary his pretty little fiancé
Had gotten herself into
Or where the Spirit touched her
In
1991 Grilled Cgeese goes on it's way to different cities
Rocking for the kiddies
To do shows for rows, no foes, dough in escrow
All the money went
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
to have-
Yeah, or, no, it should be
It should be on three dun dun dun dun dun-
But dog, when you get that finished product?
It's all worth it
Begin
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
don’t)
Beat on my chest like Kong (Like Kong)
I can buy what I want (I want)
We like Marley and Mike (Mike)
Three locks, we tight (Tight)
Stay fly, no kite
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
choking green by the pound
[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
you're leaving out leaving then we're Even
I'm more than your average joe I'm a savage
Keep your mouth closed or I could open your open casket
Quotes from
baabi ka yehu nsem bone a ohyaye soo
Our success go come sooner
By 25 wanna pull up in a beamer
I said to myself se manhye hwee kraa mpo de no be 5
versatile like dem Jackson's call us Bo
We break the bat while making hits, so records got no hope
Young CEO, don't forget the Mister by the VO
Was taught
Chorus
Verse 3 (Joe Flizzow)
If I had mad loot, I'd fill my storeroom wit Tim Boots
And start my clothing company sellin' see through
Negligees
no imitations
Dre losin' his stack is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson gettin' his
Black fans back my reputation's like a TEC-9
Knock out the best in
myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
Yo...
I understand some's off 'bout me,
Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound
I'll leave you in the box in the ground
Got the keys to the game, and we
a myth
While I’m on the toilet writing flows, I’m the shit
No I ain’t been generic so don’t call me by Joe Smith
You ain’t gonna kick me out, gotta wait
rap, but I aint a Hindu
Finna hit the mic like Joe Jackson
Nigga I scrap like throwback, son
Still fuck 12 like aint no ruler
Nigga my bars make you call
Jackson five, give me one more chance
Ben E. King , stand by me
L'R&B moderno e la voce di Alicia Keys
Pronti o no? come Lauryn Hill e The Fugees
Passata la
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