Lyrics:
Pound of the kush, whole thing rolled up
Indigo cup, you can smoke what you want
Live by the rules, only take two puffs
Got a pound from the plug,
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
of oxygen to say that”
“200 000 deaths from the virus”
“It is definitely not about Black Lives. And remember that when they come for you, and at this rate
B
Joe been crack way before my philosophy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy
It's our reality, you call it
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
the rest
He send a test, I’m Acing that
But when it comes these women
I could use a study guide
No matter how big my heart grows
The love always seems to die
live herethe weather's great
But it's also a little forbidding in
The sense that I can't
Wear a tonne of layers all
The time and be really slick?
Be
Do you remember Joe Strummer?
He told us that the future is unwritten
And though I loved ol' Joe
I think he got it wrong
Cause everyone I know
Every
caked up, yo, straight up
It's new, y'all living off of slave trader's paper
But I'm a live, though, yo, I'm a live though
I'm putting up the big swing
cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is
(Remy Martin)
Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a are a, a are a, O, are Squad
So you know I
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
and all
Those synthesizerslook at
All the plastic they got in
'emand the guitar picksyou name it
JOE'S GARAGE is a stupid story about
How the government is
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he worth
like
Big pharma doesn't cure you, dog
'Cause every patient that gets cured is a customer lost
And big oil runs the world, the only wars that get
to do
It's a great big price to pay to be the man
So listen to what I have to say
It's not what you think when you see him roll
In the limo
And an incredibly charming accent
And traded it all for the chance to
Receive the blessings of Jesus Christ
By moving to God's chosen land of
Idaho
I believe that
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
sitting on top of the world, the whole world
And now I sing, sing, sing, sing
'Cause I'm sitting on top of the world
And now I sing, sing, sing, sing
How could you hate n****s, but you motherfuckers like trump
Call me Joe Jackson the way I'm fucking the Mic up
N****s still talking my downfall is their
bih...
She looking in my eye like let's get high bih
Us Vs the world, like the rest a big lie bih
Trapping in Dubai and the bando still live bih
I'll never
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