Lyrics:
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!
Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby
Hey
Pulled up for some gas I had a heart attack woah
$4.50 A gallon hurt my body bad woah
Joe Biden sticker saying I did that nooo
Think I need a second
Until the last goodbye
And this is it, you know
So fill two glasses Joe
Then leave me here alone to cry
Until the last goodbye
And this is it, you know
So fill two glasses Joe
Then leave me here alone to cry
fly away and life is easy go
Does he love me good, that's all I need to know
Because happiness is just a thing called Joe
Sometime the cabin's
I am not yo average joe
I promise you
I’m the overachiever
The overcomer too
I just push and go hard
If they hate that’s cool
Yes
Yes
Let's go
I
than you think, you niggaz must be slow
(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know
It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe
[Fat Joe
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all already know
Plenty fifths
ain't enough of us
I'm brown by honor so I got to hold it down
Look around they ain't nowhere to be found
We the last ones left
I feel like I'm the last
And take your pretty ass home
Last call for alcohol
You know how we do, yeah
[Joe Budden]
You know we be up in the club like..
[Chorus:]
[Joe
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
of his cock
When he's done licks on the knob
Like a Dyson vacuum get every last drop
Ohh cum
His friend didn't know how to react
When Billy Joe made this
fatalnie
Jego ręce drżały jego oczy były przekrwione
I nawet jak na czarnego był bardzo blady
I was down in old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
the English channel
Neptunes, I got a cocker spaniel
We on the run now, you know it ain't no fun now
And where I go, no, niggas can't even come now
You hate
Took off her pants
You know what I saw?
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
rotten
Oh, by Joe still picken cotton
For your ribbons and bows
Everybody knows
Everybody Knows
Everybody Knows
That's how it goes
Everybody Knows
fleet, with missile seekers
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers
Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher
Glad
mieście czekając jak Joe Cocker
Pezet Wuju Konkret dni gorące jak Płomień
To twój koniec gdy jak Rakim będę przy mikrofonie
Raz dwa trzy jak DJ Tomekk raz
Catch a 100 in your cap, your brain be by your waistline
LV on this track, hell of a bass line
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines
Only
'll probably never know
Guilty cocker spaniels eating table scraps
Well we rolled over, how our masters clapped
It felt so good we wanted more than that
But
know you're going to die
Real G's multiply see the pain in my eyes
See the lord in the sky
I get judged by the most high
Not your average Joe, call me
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
You know I love the way you freak me
Wana record it just so I can see the replay
Yea I wana run it back like a Dj
You know you make it look too easy
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all already know
Plenty fifths
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