Lyrics:
did it fast
Them Ben Franks,Grants, Jackson's got me moonwalking like I'm Jackson
This moon rock, got me moonwalking like I'm MJ
I'm a Benjamin baby,
I'm a star like I'm Michael Jackson hoes see me in public, they startin' to faint
They was acting impatient before now they comin' around and they
a fuckin' bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I
be a shame."
"Whatcha gonna do tomorrow, Joe?
Whatcha gonna do on Christmas, got any plans?"
"Nothin' much."
"Why don't you come by the house
Nice to meet you, I'm Joe
Tro, that's the name that I go
By
I'm lookin fresh, yeah I'm so
Fly
Have to look fresh when I'm
5'5"
5'6" on a good day
Michael Jackson Bad
All de manz dem trips every time they walk by
Yes me blow dem a kiss and I tell dem bye bye
Come in know say that you neva seen a gyal
anyhow
seems that nothin' never comes to no good up on choctaw ridge and now you
tell me billy joe has jumped off the tallahatchee bridge.
brother
the "Cotton Eyed Joe"
We're gonna boogie till the cows come home
"Faded love" and "Milk Cow Blues"
"The Oklahoma Stomp" and "Born To Lose"
Tip your hat
the cream of Deadwood City comes to dine
And I'm glad to say he's a very goof friend of mine
Hi Joe, say, where d'ya get them fancy clothes?
I know, off
squash it
We don't retreat
Always rappin
What u gonna cop
But be broke by next wk
Quit ya habit
Be a savage wit ur hustle
Fuck sleep
Get some money
Learn
the advocate
Two words don't go together: Joe and depression
But possible with hopeless objections, motion suppressions
Besides, there's a reason why lawyers
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
Steppin' Out - Written By Joe Jackson
Now
The mist across the window hides the lines
But nothing hides the colour of the lights that shine
give a shit, people come and go
It's 24/7 "fuck it" mode
I'm not a player like Pun and Joe (Yeah)
I just happen to crush a lot
Going for rounds like
of Cochise
By Joe Jackson
Should've hired a private eye but they're taxing
Would've gave my friends a try but they're not assassins
No casket but want
Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come
FDR the 30th, 1882, the year
Come February, Reagan, on the 6th, he came to be
And, William Harrison, the 9th, he'd join the family
For Lincoln, 'twas
good up here
I've gotten the jinx on me
(harmonica & guitar)
A-yon' come my baby
I can tell by the way she walk
I wouldn't know her so well
But I can
done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man fo' real son
I come back from a tour i come through
You kno'msayin'? I switch up
I've got mad
the lambs
To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs
To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs
To my man Fat Joe, silence the lambs
[A.G.]
Now who's stepping
And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he worth
TROYVIXIOUS
I bet you nobody can do it like me
I get everything by the count of three
Stupid ass hoe think she playing me
But I ain't mad, I just
only the lonely
Little Joe
Oh no here he comes
Laughing with an old joke
Don't you cry
Never do a days work
Nothing of value will ever get hurt
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