Lyrics:
Rhymes faster than a speeding bullet
Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme
Look, at the jam,
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all already know
Plenty fifths
look my way
She's a (What?) see I got more cheese
So back on up while I roll up my sleeves
She's a (What?) you can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I
Your girlfriends wish they had
One half of what you have
1 - [Chico & Joe]
You don't understand
The make up of a man
If I treat you like a dog
"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
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all already know
Plenty fifths
niggaz must be buggin
The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin
(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook
Terror Squad's everywhere you look
baby it's mario
and you know it's joe
joe:
i came here tonight with partying intentions
girl you know i'm usually a gentleman
i got this feeling, i
coffin
Keep it on me even when I say I got it off it
Not talking about the rock, you're talking about the pad with no end
I'm tuning out the world while I
like oouu this nasty
Joe im smoking with gang you aint gang i aint doing no passing
Look watch how i switch up the flow
Used to jugg and trap
not about me anymore!’
Those were the only words he wrote.
You could cry yourself to sleep at night.
Look around! Look around just a little bit more
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only
I am not yo average joe
I promise you
I’m the overachiever
The overcomer too
I just push and go hard
If they hate that’s cool
Yes
Yes
Let's go
I
Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
the fish but the fish just caught me
(Oh right through my finger
Look at that thing, nasty)
Well Bubgie was laughing and Tilly was crying
Joe had
on the phone
You can tell that I've grown
No more shells in the chrome
Was always a diamond in the
Rough like Sierra Leone
Wait until a couple years
And them
Flow Joe
Chicks say I resemble that nigga Boss Kojo
And the way I move is oh-so-fly
Ma take a look in my eyes and jussssssssssssssssst
Ha ha, watch
be more like that,
I'd get on with my life and never look back.
Instead of waitin' on Joe, whaddya know.
Time flies fast and he is slower than
and forget
I be swayze on a jet
Ollie is the name yo, who I came wit?
Joe Jit with gold plated colt four fifth
Swordfish steaks, porcelain plates
More and more
(huh)
Y'all boys change up more than KAT's voices (true)
My diamonds A1, his A6
I'm the real McCoy, baby boy, these niggas ain't shit
Let's talk about
annoying as fuck
Let's play more
Play more?
No thanks
I'm out
Respect to Eddie Bravo for truly questioning everything, like you supposedly did Joe
Fuck you
and picking pedals off of daisies
I realized life is all about perception
You on the outside, looking in, of my so called blessing
But I aint gonna front, can't
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
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