Lyrics:
and the tears
I don't know what to do with you, Joe
When we're friends I can't help but want more
And when we're out of touch, I still miss you so much
And I
everybody ate
Say your grace to the most high, elevate
Monte Cristo Rocky Patel by the crate
So much freight, customs think we moving weight
The only rapper
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
more than I eat
Drink more than I sleep
I fuck more than I love girl, so wassup?
Is you freaky? I smoke more than I eat
Drink more than I sleep
I fuck
more!
I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest B-B-C fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
still exists
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
In a much more immediate manner
Then something like love
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
We know what Santa Claus
the mill' came
Done been through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it still bang
Get a hustle
Damn damn damn damn
Tonyjr
You on my mind but my mind ain't right
So I toke all the time
That's why the stash stay light
Trying to reup on my peace
freak in Vegas
She she said her name was Don-na
She was a ?belt? lil' freak from Chi-na
I said, "I don't pimp, or gigolo
I'm havin' so much
water, motha (Ugh) Dasani
I need brain, imma zombie
Or when I think about it prolly Donald Trump
Pump it up
I'm an Average Joe in a navy blue button up
ass orange off your face
Oreangatang looking motherfucka
Once you knocked off
It's one less enemy of the state
How much more can we let
Chester control
the lambs
To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs
To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs
To my man Fat Joe, silence the lambs
[A.G.]
Now who's stepping
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
wa cry
Ne never miss yuh cocky
Till mi pussy run dry
Me woulda prefer sell a fuck
More than sell a sam five
Ano biting insect
No a never sand fly
So
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, ha ha ha
Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, yeah
She was so fat
She was the worst thing
the paint I don't think ya can stop me
Sell so much yay, boys call me Lil' Rocky
Guess what I bought me?An old ass jalopy
Slapped it out nasty, going down
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
a nigga not paying bills
Fo' real by our goddamn selves
Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, some more, uh, uh, some
thousand I'll leave your state
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south these bezeltines an baggets
So much ice you could bobsled off my chest
[Lil' Flip]
Down south we sip
never seen mine
He more like a grown lion
Y'all are acids but I'm Alkali
Ashes when I drop a rhyme
Flattened by my basslines
That's just asinine
Power
to the
Backstreet Boys Backstreet Back
That song was so cool, so much
To do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreet?
Ring, hello, what's for lunch
I'm like John Marston in the club with a (BURRO)
She got ass so fat that's what I call a (CULO)
Wanna dance dance dance back it up yeah I'm thorough
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