Lyrics:
slow then banged it
6 girls on my hotline, that's a madness
3 girls wanna come thru, no hat-trick
And you was going city to city, but you never even
This is my bro J-A to the S-O-N yo,
the best at Mike Tysons Punch Out on Nintendo.
From Glass Joe to Macho Man, yo he fucks shit up,
then Tyson goes down
boi magic
Numba one
Turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders two
A fresh pair of mariallen gators three
Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late
Five shots
can’t make out those words
That are coming from you
But whats that you said I can’t make out those words
That are coming from you
Where’s Joe Jackson
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that
CALIENTE
Music & Lyrics by Chris Urquiaga, JohnnyTechAudio, Naldo Benny, Rick Joe, and Ramoon
VERSO 1 (JChris)
Ta’ caliente
Bien fogosa ta’ la cosa
those cold nights after dark
No cappin, cause we been them boys up in the am steady, programming
Culture like Joe Jackson, she want it bad like a dope
should be embarrassed
You voted for Joe and Harris
The duo that has no merit's
Created these single parents
Apparently they're not carin'
Our values are
that Funky sound
How could I know that Joe Tex was shot down by James Brown?
Kool and the Gang and the Parliament and Jackson Five were around
Now
beaned her grandpa, nearly broke his jaw
Ms. Flaxen, our Shoeless Joe Jackson
She was the rebel in the crib, threw her mama into a-fib
The rebel in
your asses with Joe Jackson quickness
I'm not gonna halt or fall off when i falter
,nah, gotta stay solid rock of Gibraltar
What do I call exhaustion,
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
miss me with that
If you asking for names nah bitch you can miss me wit that
Even my momma told me that
No pointing the finger no we don’t do that
I’m
3 minutes to launch don’t give a squanch
Got Morty like Rick talking shit in my taunts
Gentlemen Only been only my lonely
Chilling on islands Bahamas
it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
Oh, see, see see rider
Girl, see, what you've done
Oh, oh, oh, see see rider
See, what you've done now
You've gone away and left me
No, no, no
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
by the wayside
East side, High
Joe Clark with the chains
Take em off, like it's night time
Sight beyond sight like I crime fight
Lionor with the sword
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
like Gretzky her hair like a mess
Kick the bitch out the house, she pesky
Your dope comin' up short like Joe Pesci
They said gritty can't rap, yeah,
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
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