Lyrics:
compare wrists by the watch complication
We compare rich by who's more ostentatious
Diamonds lined up, make a star constellation
And never talk numbers
the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin drop
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I said
Yeah, my name's Joseph, but I'm
Not your average Joe, though
I will murk your whole team when I solo
Cause I'm massive in the game
You're a midget in
A bizzle fa' shizzle
G'd up in Snoop Dogg clothing
[Chorus: x2 Little Joe (Layzie)]
Smokin' on information
(Real niggaz do real thangs)
We're smokin'
High water risin', risin' night and day
All the gold and silver are being stolen away
Big Joe Turner lookin' East and West
From the dark room of his
I'm bouta go crazy
Yea yea yea
But turn me the fuck up
My niggas be packin, you niggas be acting
We'll catch a opp while he mackin
He can get hit wit
I won't front, let you know that I'm packin'
Check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin'
You're kinda young like a tight suede jacket
They call me Regime, 'cause I'm way clean in stay Beam
Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
Throwin up peace 'cause you know that I
{*3}
as scratched by the DJ
[Truck Turner]
Ain't no, tellin
What I might do, when I slide through
Never liked you, why slice you
Do ass, or I
High water risin' - risin' night and day
All the gold and silver are being stolen away
Big Joe Turner lookin' East and West
From the dark room
what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
Put on my gasoline
Get down, yeah
Oh wave at me baby I'm wavy
White Tee and Yankee is navy
JOE L L, yeah I'm jiggling baby
Picking up ladies in the cinnamon Cedes
A1
low and slow like molasses
I always know how to come up the fastest
Tote a burner
I Turner murder your masters
Herding the masses
Burgundy flaggin
Nigga
favorite Runtz
Couldn't swim with the big fishes so the nigga sunk
Can't forget my baby my burner nickname Timmy Turner
Yea, extended magazine Double XL
my car, put my foot up (yeah)
I got bitches on my with some big butts (Aye)
I just got me uh bitch, now I'm boo'd up
Like how I cruised up?
Think like
getting it critical
Look at 'em finish, so then but I'm passin' on
Messing 'em up while I'm summonin' mystical
Pickin' and packin' and buzzin' and mixin'
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
A bizzle fa' shizzle
G'd up in Snoop Dogg clothing
[Chorus: x2 Little Joe (Layzie)]
Smokin' on information
(Real niggaz do real thangs)
We're smokin'
A bizzle fa' shizzle
G'd up in Snoop Dogg clothing
[Chorus: x2 Little Joe (Layzie)]
Smokin' on information
(Real niggaz do real thangs)
We're smokin'
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
Why Farrakhan is just best for us
And Joel Osteen, magnanimous
Inspired by powers higher up
It’s evident it’s time to prequel sequels
It’s evident all
got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name
jacked
Kick, kick on Jillary
And I'm missing all chivalry
Can you see where I'm headed now
It's a big ass party so I'm headed out
And the bounce on boss so
a shrink
Got too big for myself
Bitch, I'm with it, it's a lick, in your city, different chips
Bitch I'm with it, it's a lick, different city, different
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