Lyrics:
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
win win
Living in a bubble we don’t fear nothing
Floating through our troubles we just swim swim swim
Every days a struggle without Joe Budden -
Numbers that’s bad air
1 2 345 we starting breathing from 6
I’m saying your top 5 is a big mess
10 percent tight (tithe)verses dropping
I’m a mother
spinning and his mind has gone so low
He can't sleep, caffeine overdrive
Doesn't know if he will survive to drink again
Java Joe
No sleep for three days
Last to the bar's a three-legged crow
Set 'em up Joe, set 'em up Joe, set 'em up Joe
Set 'em up Joe
Na to co ti tady naservíroval Joe King? předej majk
Chtěl by si bejt skepta, každej tvůj posluchač je skeptik
Mluvits uměl až v šesti, seš plnej hoven
fatalnie
Jego ręce drżały jego oczy były przekrwione
I nawet jak na czarnego był bardzo blady
I was down in old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s
It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
of sense, pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower 40 I've got to plough
And mumma said it was a shame about Billy Joe, anyhow.
Seems
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow
And Mama said it was shame about Billie Joe
helped me cop my first GSX-are
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace
will know when we blast it
Knock em off in the ghetto ready nigga let's go
Youngbloodz wit Three 6 swolled my whistle
I'm backdoor like lil joe now nigga
[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby
[Fat Joe:]
I got you moaning
3 - And if you leave me alone in the V with the chrome
3 - I won't hurt nothin, but I need to be alone
1 - Nigga.. just me and my Sam Cooke tapes
1
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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