Lyrics:
have whoever we please but um
We'd only be foolin ourselves (why?)
'Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased
It's much more than her
more talented than you
And the rules are I must send you out with forgiveness
Fuck
You have to stop calling the Masonic home
You're so close to being
told me "I'm a lez"
And she ain't like too much of dick
but give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family, don't need your
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
on her brail, playas so real
I'm on a whole nother plato
Lean back Fat Joe i ain't got time to be
Concerned with you assholes
Status outrageous, I'm
on your shit then you understand
Why i truly I feel like this
Money won't be the fix to these problems that I'm dealing with
But I'm living so it ain't much
called you my bitch or even my boo
There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you
My make you my
Shit!
You see I never called you my bitch
it's a reason
Eyes so low from the chiefin'
I be getting high when I wake up
And roll me one more 'fore I'm sleeping
Man I be smoking so good that I
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
So I walked into a store with
A couple BUCKs from the BANK
Saw a pack of M&Ms asked
How much? 50 CENTs? Thanks
Grabbed a box of Ike & MIKEs
JONES
Someone show me how to love
I ain't talking bout a fat bitch touch
Tryna give a poor cold kid hugs
I guess it's more than a you and me talk
Put my speakers
likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
Now, I save girls from getting beat by a fat dude who got hoop dreams
My thuggin' straight
I could've ended up like YSL in my younger days
But, God had
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
and
Once you splurged on mike js jones's nigga's couldn't keep
Up with i laid back on my fat joe shit that's what I call
More joe shit if I was to drop
dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve
This is the true story about mackin'
Check it
Times are changin' (Talk about it)
More so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
(yeah)
Blazing out the sunroof, off them mushrooms, imma chase that
No more stealing, dealing xannies, pockets they gon stay fat
Stay close to the Wesson,
thousand i'll leave your state
(H.A.W.K.)
down south these bezeltines an baggets
so much ice you could bobsled off my chest
(Lil' Flip)
down south we sip
the sheets with my radio
Turn down low
So nobody know
It's the late night show
Hopin' to hear Hey Joe
Jimmy was my hero
Head blown by Type are or was it
so we brang some more
Didn't ring too much so we rang some more
Even on tag put blades in skin
Fuckboys schemin', I ain't takin' them in
Me and bro got
to party, we came to party, we came to party
Aiyyo, step in my area, and I'ma bury ya
Tha Likwit crew is blowin so the more the girl the merrier
So
and exact
So he can understand
You can count on me
Like the Gap Band
And we 'on fuck
Wit' Jake
Or the fat man
And we know
What's at stake
And that's them
feeling from
Yourself on the inside
There's so much upkeep on that
Shit so much upkeep on
A lie but at least everybody else is cool
With how you carry
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