Lyrics:
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder
(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
wasn't the one
Yes I'm known to get nuff respect
and if you face Fat Joe, well then you face your death
Now in ninety-three, it's time to take a stand
before that
Where I was talkin' 'bout, you know, his beef with Fat Joe and, and Nas and The Lox and shit
And I was like, you know, I grew up, you know
Will stop and give you a ride, and
Just like you, some hitchhiker will be
Comin' by
So here son, he said to me, get
Yourself another cup of coffee,
less unit's (c'mon)
Can't stop won't stop rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down joe Budden, Busta
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
a paramedic
Carrie is a pillar of the faith
Don't forget it
And Joe got the Camera
Just to prove that we did it all
Tim and Kate
They're the leaders of the crew
the story of how we recorded it and what went wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The
Water, this one.
vegetables
Right by the Gucci I keep a Barreta tucked
No you cannot get ahead of em
Double up (Double up)
I ran that money up
I did whatever to see myself
(yeah)
'Cause black men, we go through enough (oh)
How can we get up off the ground, when we steady tearin' each other down (how, oh)
I admit that
going listen what i said get out my business
Can't fuck with these Joe's or these Hoes cause they be snitching
Slump we just started on a mission we ain't
that
But think how we think about it
I sit on the stand
Creepy Uncle Joe
And I get hot, I got a lot of, I got hairy legs that turn
Creepy Uncle Joe
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars
I'm eatin', I'm eatin'
I'm sleepin' on a billion dollars
Oh no, oh Joe, he did it he's back
In the back
Thurman?
(Up in here)
How many hoes y'all bringin' over here?
(About five for each)
Where y'all at, the freeway?
(We on the freeway, nigga)
Damn, took
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
and then get of the street
Y'all remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me
Cause I won't give a shee to a nigga starvin
So we can fluss
help you?
Yeah, hey, uh, can I get a Junior Bacon Cheese?
Okay, we have one Junior Bacon Cheese
Yeah
What's the size?
Uh, like, a medium
A medium
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