Lyrics:
bet my tongue can hit the spot
Used to huddle by the stove
In winter when its cold
Never did complain
We just take it as I goes
Used to huddle by
So Joe, Will you be my Dre
Cause you slim and I'm shady as the CIA
Yo I locked him in the booth unseen five days
Hope he obeys, won't be no phase
you think's profound,
Then I hit the road, I'm never coming home now,
Say goodbye to Joe now,
I said, I said say goodbye to Joe now,
I said, I said,
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
can't go backwards
Brick by brick building walls for my castle
Balling on these hoes I'm not joe I'm not average
I say what I mean cause to me it really
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash, you, put the hot dog down"
I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before
fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State
I'm a sergeant out on Perenville, barracks No. 8
I've always done an honest job, honest as I could
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
I'm talking milli, ain't talking Vanilli
Had to get that hating nigga from near me, I do not move like a regular Joe
I am not moved by no regular ho,
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
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