Lyrics:
In a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And a goodly crowed was there
On my left stood Joe McKenney
His eyes blood shot and red
He
sitting, baby
On my big fat wrist
I temptation, honey, that I can't resist
I made a big, bad deal, I won't deny
There's just one thing that I worry
I won't
My music make the crowd move
I'm in the car rolling cow food
But I still keep a strap wit me,
I ain't never been a slipper that's a house shoe
rice, ham, beverage, pastrami
Yo it was comedy -- The B.A.N.
Back on the bust take the musk to the next city
And snoring by Frank Nitty
I'ma tell you I
likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from money
I put you on the wave how you take it from me
I just think
've been tempted by temptation, I've been driven by death
Lot of things in my head that I probably should forget
Or hope they disappear but they haven't yet
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin', Folarin so goddamn hard
Fat
CE Ya Bish
I want it all, fuck wrong with y'all
Tryna halt the guap nigga ony3 aye s
Ony3 aye s
Bag a bad bitch yeah I lay this log
Hit it
Ain't
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I
nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard
shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh, woo
hoe
Game is sold, never told, I suppose I chose that
Feel like a Don, Joe Crack
Wiseguy now W-Why stop now
I ain't biding my time like Joe Facts
Big
I'm the God of autotune and you niggas just a hoe
Yeah average Joe
I said it once and I'll say it twice
Nigga I'm not nice
Fuck fat niggas
Fuck fat
calling your bitch up
Throw me that puss like a clitor
Joe fuck a thumb in the whipper
And my pockets fat like a hippo
My pockets fat like I'm Lizzo
I
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
metamorphosis
still
I've got nothing but a head full of steam
and temptation got her own twist
thrown in a glass with the fidgets
nervous twitch this
all
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