Lyrics:
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Got the stripes on ya boy
You ain't feel this tee, yeah
You ain't got shit on me
Got the stripes on ya man
Cuz you feel mistreated, bruh
You ain't
It's fuckin' Joe Trill and HilfigEric
We'll take a n**** bitch and we ain't into sharing
My ears are aquatic
My wrist is aquatic
Bad bitch with
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
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
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
to goddamned Joe
For cleaning the bus, we cussed, caps were bust
On us, Joe should have adjust to the goddamn musk
We were the Christmas and Joe Damn was merry
on me
Like the Gap Band
And we 'on fuck
Wit' Jake
Or the fat man
And we know
What's at stake
And that's them
Racks man
And ion just
Spit game
I spit
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey
Stop sleepin',ya'll,if you know what time it is
Because someone is talkin' yours as well as gettin' his
You can front and ignore,but one thing's for
But me and Punisher still got what you're lookin' for
I don't wanna be a playa no more
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
up your raps, and join the Dangerous Crew
We got mo' beats than the average joe
And a 24-track studio
So forget what you heard, and we'll see it's
and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
{all together}
(lyrics not printed)
[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz
at Sloppy Joe's
The drinks were standin' tall
With Buffett on the jukebox
And Hemingway on the wall.
Then up spoke Sam the Shrimper:
He said, "I've been
my blunt and that's fat joe
Never tryna stunt this hoe telling me I'm mad dope
I Heard your little song that shit sounded like a bad joke
Brain blast
prang, flo dan too nang
Drive by shooting in a transit bang, bang
Bang sounds of the gunning from my hand
It was all over and the fat lady sang
Here
be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back"
Then I said
If you wanna go hard tonight
Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah
Slip into
Now, I save girls from getting beat by a fat dude who got hoop dreams
My thuggin' straight
I could've ended up like YSL in my younger days
But, God had
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh, woo
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
on the skin, some might call it sin
Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them?
Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out
Y'all
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
joe
I'm cold like snow
I be causing avalanches I'm a frozen slope
Grab em by the throat
Gotta let em know
I'm quite high but i never
Need dope
I'm so
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