Lyrics:
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah,
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
Yeah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika Yeah, check it out, fuck it up, check it out, woah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika
Name is Joe likeaboss, going Jesus, no cross Drippin'
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
The underdogs tyna find a way to win
By any means necessary
Makaveli go and throw a hail mary
Ima grind thru the holidays
I got a vision ima see better days
I
Everybody running round losing their sanity
Wondering if it's a nightmare or reality
Or maybe, by the time we're hit with a catastrophe
We'll have a new home
shit is over
[Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)
[Joe Budden]
Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?
Few got
Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife
[Fat Joe
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
crazy like I'm Rio
Gavin killed himself Jordan got hit by a bus
Three rappers found in a complex
What the fuck
Slidin' on your block cause your homie
And other folk
Soaked and soaked
By their joke
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Push
I don't give a fuck...no
I don't give a fuck...no
Sex-money-murder we call this the hit em' up flow
Barely fifteen got my first triple beam
Tryna
Kama Sutra Kamala
Lyrics and Music by William Lake
Kama Sutra Kamala got a mattress on her back
A set of matching knee pads, It’s got her where
the snow, hey-oh!
Viewtiful Joe, I rumble, ayy-oh!
Look at the days, look at the days, how they going by
I be stargazing but I’m ‘boutta make a devil cry
If I
the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Yo Tee word
Hit it! Now Peter was a pipe head
Who weighed it by the pound
He
Joe
Gucci
It just hit me
I'm kinda tipsy
But it ain't the drink inside this glass
That's got this room spinning way too fast
Words are
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
Listening to what
Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm
Jump off Joe Buddens on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain but you got a
Mean
on
His first album, he sampled some of the
Dialogue in Stanley Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut
And he tells me he got
The inspiration for his hit
Song "Super Rich
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
Cause first these seconds tick
Then third the forces hit
Police us into violence
And plead the fifth to silence
Fooled by the rich
Tombs for the kids
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
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