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Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
we both got
Better things to do
I'll hold your hand
Or shall we dance together
It's so hard to choose

Every time we hear
The whole world rushing by
I
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
let em know Joe

Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic
I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face
Don't walk out there with your hand open
Good things come to those who wait
She don't even care about who she is
She don't care about nothing
shit)
All around the world
You know I do my thing, baby, cuban link full eclipse
Terror squad, new era, god, better choose who you with
When we flip ain't
an it ain't but the one thing, baby
Now, that'll really make me cry
 'What man?'
I axks you 'bout your lemons, baby
An you ups an tell me a lie

Now,
shots, ass in the air, best position

(Joe)
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Everybody do your thang

[Chorus] 2X

(Joe)
Back up your work,
boy won't you lend me a pound ain't got no pund no dollor or quid don't pick my own pocket or even if I did I got the same chances any black man do said
things to do but work is where I'm headed
The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my bed
I sit and let my mind zone on how fun last night was
Started with
they come and who's that ridin' in that big ole shiny limousine
Hm look at all that chrome I do believe that that's the sharpest thing I've seen
That
us
We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers
Raid, man we gettin it harder
All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it
Jump
always leave filth in their tracks
That won't wash, wash away
Fear is the motive in the things that they do
That they do

Their world seems so godless
rhymes? 

Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin 

But it appears your empire's fallen 

Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since
now pause, stop playin' man bring it back down
All this paper is the only reason why Shorty wanna call me later
No! I won't see ya tomorrow

How we
and pat my back,
And I turn grey, on the beaten track.

But you hardly notice.

What do you say when they roll a grenade
And it almost takes your breath
done want your man served up
That'll get the fans worked up
Homie really wanna play, stir it up
I'mma catch me a wave, surfs up
Gliding on the track like
a super-dooper MC party pooper 
On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy 
Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" 

Everybody get
Gorgonzola, Provolone
Don't even get me started on this microphone
I'm blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka
I'm a super-dooper MC party pooper
On a track so
won't go away
You're taking yourself too seriously 

I smile as you frown
And turn to walk away
Your habits for all to see 

I see a shrew
I see
Well, here they come and who's that ridin'
In that big ole shiny limousine
Look at all that chrome, I do believe that
That's the sharpest thing I've
the door and drive away
Ever since that night I just can't shake your memory
It's everywhere I go
And every thing I see

It's all over town
Tryin'
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line

Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only
not part of my plan
It's just part of the weakness in your man

It seems I never say the things that I want you to know
I love you but I know sometimes
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best

Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake