Lyrics:
A prisoner up on a bus by the name of joe
He grabbed his sharp toothbrush, then stuck a hole
Up in the leg of the guard, he took it hard
The gauge
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
tracking poor old Joe
They're trying to keep him in their sights
They're counting his sins two by two
On their barbed wire abacus at night
He's got a Molotov
special recipe (cupcake cupcake)
His purple pills made it in by mistake
White bread, toppings, doughnuts, muffins, cupcake dough
Cupcake, Cupcake Joe
All he
comin' in, man
They know I won't go catch somebody
Know his daddy losin' his head
Know he seen too many bodies
Nowadays, I'm tryin' to change
Bitch, that
and simple for Gypsy Joe and me
Now Gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch
And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit
Oh
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billie Joe was throwing
to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billie Joe was throwing
Oh no don't get me started move smooth like a Harley
I smoke em like Marley if they want smoke
Walk in the party like joe with my Carti's
My drip be
Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the Rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip
Written By: Stanley Gentry
I Keep It Real For The Gang Say Ill Never Change.....Say Ill Never Change
Lets Go, Aye
I Keep It Real For Gang They
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him
Him standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
happened though
Still, I'm glad I got to meet Big Joe
He was a friend of a friend
Bruno and the big trucker stopped by to hang low
That's when I got to meet
happened though
Still, I'm glad I got to meet Big Joe
He was a friend of a friend
Bruno and the big trucker stopped by to hang low
That's when I got to meet
[Intro: Joe Budden + (Fat Joe)]
Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man
Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlay)
Joey Crack, I see you out there
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billie Joe was throwing somethin' off
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
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