Lyrics:
tonight can be a night
We won’t forget and you won’t regret
So many benefits we can get
By being friends
So why don’t, we just be friends
Friends with
on out
To the mountains and the sea that's what I'm all about
And yes I still am "Turtle Joe" and still good friends with time
And it don't bother me
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggas
'til the break of dawn and
It don't stop 'til the early mornin'
I went out with my girl Jen (yeah)
And we called up Gabe and his friends
He was
late (for you)
Hey, listen!
I've have a message for you!
Listen to me!
Spoken:
You know a friend of mine
Called me the other day
By the name of Joe
Joe Crack the realist
And ma you can get a seat, forget what ya friends have seen
They tell you please he's a celebrity
He ain't tryin' to start
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
worry!
We will help you!
Guys, let's go and teach
Captain Hook some lessons!
Here we go!
(노래4)
Wendy, Wendy,
don't worry.
I am here for you.
I am, I
pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin
Yo let me spell it out
I'm not
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
out
Losing money playing see low
Every night out at the Go-Go
He don't slap around
But it's in his plan
He gotta be the man
Never show you no
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
Money long it don't fold up
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game, they
Spirits in the night, all night
Oh you don't know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night, all night
In the night, all night
Stand right up and let
and that’s that
You hustle hard I ain’t judging how you shakin that ahh
Don’t let them play you, run the game and make it right back (Yeah)
Collect the cash,
ago
But them old times staying man it's hard to let go
Grew up too fast, I'm no longer little angry Joe
No longer bout dreams, I'm just looking at my
your not gonna know
Wood by the fire, but tears by the nose
Put on a smile it’s only for show
Hop in the sleigh and let’s go for a ride
Put on a mask but
clap, clap, clap
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
Draco got that kick-back, when I blow that, they all do track
up in the air
Goin' crazy, I don't care (I don't care)
I don't care (let's go, let's go)
Bitch, I'm feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I'm feeling like
to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to
The bang bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well so far you've heard my
mind, maybe I should try
To call her up, let down my defense
Nah, I need to just listen to my friends
When they tell me you should take it easy
Baby, you
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