Lyrics:
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
down and dirty, the ones who get it how they live niggas
My niggas with little dough, like T and Little Joe
Want to congratulate ya, don't hate ya,
and the company
Joe Robbie Boys
Untouchable
Yeah
And by the way, it was never my intention to make a project or an album
I just wanted to make an intro song for my
the wrong tune make me
Pull out them instruments
I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten
Fucking with my bass I get it
Drumming with a nine then
Get ate
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
My hand of God's from the Bible Belt
My wave's so big even Michael Phelps
Can't swim my shit without some help
So breathe, huh huh, huh huh
You might
Seven thousand miles from an Olive Garden
And you'd probably do the same thing
Up in my position
But I digress
It's a pointless conversation
So we make it
from Australia
Yes can you hear it in my accent?
I actually suck with accents i wouldn't
Have been able to tell
What have you been up to today?
Umjust
I miss my dawgs, unstable
You violate Chris? Then rah, turn Chris Benoit
Have him hit from far, nah
Fill 'em up with bricks and glass, nah
My
can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it was would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it was would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I
the booth was filling with flies!
(help me, help me, help me!)
He held open the legs of his boxer shorts so they could all get in
Yes! and when each
When will my baby pick up the phone
Girl I want some pizza from Little Joe's
She want a burrito I go to Moe's
N then imma stop by the liquor store
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
from the truth
Oh yes
To war with who me dwell
To I man that is hell
Can't live so fi Ghetto Youths
To see love amongst my friends to Sizzla
said a rhyme by putting candles on my cake
I just came from the bank (you said a rhyme?) A rhyme so funny
A song about the line so long they all gave
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
the instant he press record.
I'm well informed,
I might camouflage, never conform.
When I was a little shyer liquor would help me transform.
Old friends left
get weight
Most blind to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds with the
Lines in my rhymes
Chuck D with a little Pusha T
Against all odds, nigga
still let her suck this ten foot dick
Joe C. I'm a crazy hit
Down with Kid Rock in this South Park flick
I don't know much but Iknow this shit
Kyle's mama
to the dumdums
They call you niggas
And niggas try steel were they come from
I bring the front to all my homies out riding
Help a homie get on his feet,
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