Lyrics:
and daughters
We all glow, and I'm proud to be all that I know
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, who I die for
Survi-val, how we came a long way in solidarity
Don't let
sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than
and spice and everything nice
Wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room
For the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
at the crossroads was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But every now and then some higher'll come by
And like you Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here have
god damn thats a big fat ass!"
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip,
But I still let her suck this ten foot dick!
Joe C., I'm a crazy hick, down
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
ducking the message
Don't do it for views
But I wanna be viewed
The path traveled by few
Is the reason we feud
Use the hate as my fuel
Then I take off like
and withdrew a
revolver. Throw up your hands, he said. I'm Ned Kelly.
The infamous bushranger was accompanied by the rest of the Kelly gang: his brother Dan
Hey-ho ola Joe
Caught you in the rain
It took you by surprise
I'll take you home and dance with you
Until your clothes are dry
Place your finger
tag
Make money for what
To roll in a brand new jag
I make money putting you in a body bag
Hello i'm r.a to the motherfucking p
I beat other rappers no
asked, "Manzelli, where've you been for seven years?"
Well man tonight I'm drinkin' in Boston
Down by old Fenway
Drinkin' to all our happy days
I goin'
Pussyhole, tell me where the food's at
I'm from the city of the Rolls Royce
Man can't speak for me, I've got my own voice
He don't wanna scrap? He's got no
call PETA for real
'Cause your husbands reamins are an illegal tiger meal
Joe Exotic doing burpees on penitentiary steel
When he free you and him finna
colors
Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight
Yellow, red, orange robe, askin' for donation (oh)
I'm not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation
(I am not
to manana
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Fat Joe
Yea, uh, yo
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other
re outta sight... And for the people in Spain...who think
the French people are where its at... And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted
power or influence
Do you see how we moving
Stop what you're doing
It's time for improving
Get on the movement
By being who you are
Sometimes its hard
Hypnotised by each others bodies, pheromones are pouring out. Every touch sends you to another world. Then, Cindy grabs hold and pretends shes playing with
be glad to see me
Without a penny to the good,
But I'm not carin' much what happens,
I did the best I could!
He's just good for nothin' Joe,
But
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
sing along for the fuck of it
Crack, crack, crack, crack
Hey this is the crack house
Welcome to the crack house
Mean I'm talkin' more pies than
You supposed to listen to him for entertainment
Stop hating on the
New and improved, psychedelic Joe Rogan
He only eats beef and testosterone
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