Lyrics:
ghost writers in these comic books
Ain't no co signers I'm a joke kinda cause I don't try to be a dope writer
That forget the message like I'm Joe Biden
problem, Joe?
Let's break out the Hennessy
Everybody, smack a bitch around
From here to Tennessee
Now let us see which Dirka Dirka
Wants another round with
with me
I just hopped inside the coupe, I got your bitch with me
Dang just wocked another Sprite, his ass gon' need like six kidneys
Broke the box
a baby by fuckboy Fat Joe on the blimp yeah its up boy everybody f***** you a cuck boy and that's facts I said what the f*** I said and that's that all gas
chiefin we don't pass dope
Tell them niggas roll another opp bitch this black smoke
A four of tris I lean back like Fat Joe
Hop in the box this za kill like
impulses , I had to refrain
We done made it, through the rain
Nowadays, I do my thing
Now or later im hard as candy so she suck me now
Fat Joe and Breezy,
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
nigga's stomp hard
Ooh, I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit u wit another one
Remix, we gets, busy ova
at Sloppy Joe's
The drinks were standin' tall
With Buffett on the jukebox
And Hemingway on the wall.
Then up spoke Sam the Shrimper:
He said, "I've been
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
you need
Y'all know what it is
We'd like to welcome you to another round of hip-hop in it's purest form
On behalf of Heaven Studios and Works of Mart
place out
Right around ten
I'll still be drinkin' at this bar
And I'll be gone by then
And the beer's still warm
All year 'round can't catch a buzz
This the motherfucking remix bitch (It's Kay)
Throw it bitch, throw that ass back, cake by the pound (throw it bitch)
Feeling on me, got the ass
up hoes
Beatnuts comin at you with that filthy skunk
Ain't another brother kickin fat
Beats with spunk
Duck tried to test me, who could the best be?
a fat Lex'
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up
Turn around and join whack
a doggie all on my bone
I met another girl her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
Better treat your girl right
'Cause another man will
Better eat ya girl like another man will
'Cause u leave your wife
And I see ya wife
That be for real
enough a flirt when I speak to girl
She winked her eyes on the slide
I've seen you girl
Better treat your girl right
'cause another man will
Better
par le son du kid et smokey joe
Just landed at charles de gaulle
c cab man's like 'do you need a car monsieur ?
Grabs my luggage 'cause he could tell
When I went down to old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
The drinks we all served as usual
And the usual crowd was there
Up the bar, I saw
There's a tattoo heart
With an arrow through the middle
Of a name that looks like Joe
And a young girl's looking
At her makeup in the mirror
Puts
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