Lyrics:
of kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you
On Mother Kelly's doorstep
down paradise row
I'd sit along O' Nelly
she'd sit along O' Joe
She'd got
frightened
Standing out there in the snow
Till he said I'm here to help you mam
By the way, my name's Joe
She said I'm from st. Louis
And I'm only
by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track
daar was hy vinnig by die Germans aan
Hy bel toe oppad om sy vrou te vertel
Dat die kombi wat hy ry nie die pad sal kry
Want die huis is te vêr en die
hit Aroma Joe's and
I bought a iced coffee
With a crumpled up five dollar bill
I took a scenic drive by some big ass houses
Of some rich people I wanna
Well, brother Joe never had a lot
He became a man of God
Started preaching at the church down by mile marker 17
He works his days, he works his
dope by the ki's, bundles, and pounds
Crown niggas in the way of progress
Mobbstress with intelect above the rest
Of the nanny goes wanna be sex symbols
crunk
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought
down on the dark side of Route 88
I got a bottle of Rose, so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where
Lots more time to hold her tight
So let the sun shine bright on my happy summer home
Well, I've a long to hold my girl beside me
Sit by the lake
I saw you,
At the produce stand
By the tangerines,
Bananas in your hand
We talk for five,
Yeah maybe more
You don't got a girlfriend,
Anymore
Lots more time to hold her tight
So let the sun shine bright on my happy summer home
Well, I've a long to hold my girl beside me
Sit by the lake
St. Joe, trade-in
I don't want this life
There's too much gold, and
Not enough bad guys
So won't you talk to St. Pete
And see what he can do for
floor corridor of the Grace Hospital
These are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take good care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What?
want static? Punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by DJ Slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, I pull a jack move
My rep never lets,
Joe Public in an overcoat
A smile on his face and his fingers down your throat
Making you stick with his victory salute
Vs up for England or does he
baby know that I will be there by your side
Treat me like a lady I'll be yours tonight the felling's all so right
Leave your boo behind while you and I
man I ain't gon' lie
Not a night goes by where
I'm not getting high
I'm addicted, since I tried the shit
I'm addicted, man I tried to quit
I'm addicted,
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
EarDrummers mike WiLL Made-It
Half a year later
Still ain't heard an album greater (yo)
The natives want me out of the office
Back on the pavement
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
Goodbye Joe me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have
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