Lyrics:
woo hoo hoo
Woo
Well, the years come and gone
Since we heard the news about Billie Joe
Brother got married to Becky Thompson
And they bought 'em
shots for a nigga like 3 dimes
Niggas undercover like a cold nigga
I'mma break her back like old nigga
Brave enough to stand by my gun you a bold nigga
And they built a little shack by the railroad tracks where the heart of the city beats
No shirt, no shoes, no rules, swingin' from the trees
(Ooh-aah-aah
In his diamond-studded jaw.
And he never was much bothered
By the process of the law.
Well, I hired to Diamond Joe, boys,
I did offer him my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
(hahaha)
President Joe Byron is a joke
He look old and sick like he bout to die from a stroke (die, nigga)
Governor Cuomo and his brother Chris is
(I ain't even gotta say it you should already know)
(I'm American grown)
Straight out the field just like a child of the corn
I had a fucking
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone
fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw,
I grew up near a porn shop
Next to an old lot
Next to a liquor store
Next to a pawn shop
Next to an arcade
Where they say they sold rock
Tryna shove
a diamond-studded jar.
He never was much bothered
By the process of the law.
I hired out to Diamond Joe, boys,
I did offer him my hand.
He gave me a string of horses
Half of you niggas fake, heart full of clay
What's your last name? Thompson?
Even if you join a gang, that don't really change up the fact you
the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
The more championship rings than John
town came by
With a bellyfull of liquor and the devil in their eye
And they said, "Old man, you're way out'a style
You don't play Rock N' Roll"
Well,
If I could burn the skin
I would've done by now
Tomorrow is the day I won't wear a frown
Coke spin up my nose
Well Thompson said it's owned
By a man
on his thumb
And a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called 'Cotton Eyed Joe'
And they dance all
a diamond-studded jar
And he never was much bothered
By the process of the law
Hired out to Diamond Joe, boys
I did offer him my hand
And he gave me a string
on earth
I’m not your average Joe
Space age pimpin' first verse now they
Have to protect the ho all the way winos
Trips and players in front the liquor store
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
It's election day people
(YAOWA)
I voted for Bill Thompson
Right now I don't like the way the state of New York is
Fans voted me in so I'm the new
REPEAT
here we go
here we go again
guarding the right to choose
surviving abuse
trafficked, bought, sold
shamed for getting old
more mansplaining
takin' part of it (ahh)
Started it ever since we minced meat
You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause
takin' part of it (ahh)
Started it ever since we minced meat
You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause
boogie woogie too.
Let me rock it for you now!
Hey go hey hey in other words by the bar
and drink corn liquor from an old fruit jar
That's what it's
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