Lyrics:
someone fucking jizzed on the lid
It's a little bit of Joe pubic hair in his shit
Shit fard, fucking barred by the plunger
Fucking fard like it's thunder
Montana
Bitch freaky like Montana
This right here that crack
I represent the niggas in the trap
My little homie got that sack
See all my niggas don't rap
Ayo, this next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!)
Cause some things in this universe
Don't make sense but somehow, always seem to fuckin'
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
[Verse 3]
Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
Comparison
This shit here more embarrassin'
So I'ma use
Rodney King might stay afloat
Coast, dead gone off the shroom pack
Joints stay fat, like Joe
Have a squad terror at your door
Pour shit, head in the dead
Spit facts like my teeth leak venom
These rats we eat like dinner
Lean back, lean back, fat joe when I'm whipping
Eyes open looking right at the mirror
so I can't go wrong
I write rhymes, Gemini my sign
I got a nine I don't rhyme about mine
I spit, it's legit, never stopped by cops
Comin up with
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
[Baby]
There's a story about a bitch named Sally
A hot girl, lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp,
frightened,
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said I'm here to help you ma'am
By the way my name is Joe.
She said I'm from St. Louis
And I'm only
think you're Rocky, but you're Fat Joe
Scaramouche, do the Mitch fantango
I'm your motherfuckin' hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est
Raise
Billie's got the night off
Yeah, rumor has it his ex-wife Catherine put his truck in the ditch
And there's a new owner, Joe what's his face
Last December,
by
A week ago at the diner, I stopped to get a bite
And this here lovely lady, she sat two seats from my right
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was alright
She
synthesizerslook at all the
Plastic they got in 'em and the
Guitar picks you name it
JOE'S GARAGE is a stupid story
About how the government
Is going to try to do
is lyin in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
should get to know, on a different plateu, like whoa!
Buyin out what's love, like fat Joe, mommy I know, but I'm willing to grow.
To the mountain top if
funky Christmas
Ho, ho, ho, this is the MC Santa Claus and my elf, little Joe
Yeah, merry Christmas, merry Christmas, we gonna kick the ballistics
get us some money,I'll just spit a little bit of rap
Sometimes I create story's in my head it be like rap cap
How do you make good music?
"Oh I just use
a true inshallah
East African name for father is baba
I will not be an average Joe
No not by far
I named my beautiful baby daughter Baha
That's Arabic for
here...)
We're going to raise Atlantis to the top
(my little fish-a-dees)
With the bump and the bop
We're going to raise Atlantis to the top
(you can
Little story
Hold up, little story
Hold up, little story
Hold up, little story
Hold up, hold up, hold up
99 could've been seven or nine
But I still
yes y'all'in
God bless
The four elements story is told
And here's a little bit of hip-hop
For your soul
Chorus(3x)
It's kinda easy
When you listen
Thousands of years later
On the streets of the capital
This same story needs to be told
About a young homeless couple Mary & Joe
Expecting their
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