Lyrics:
today, Joe was on it,
I made a veggie omelette
Took some eggs and some cheddar some feta and some bell pepper
If only you could smell it, whole
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
25/8 I a never let the bag go
Just beccuz u flexxxin on the Gram don't make you bad h**
Choppas make a n**** lean back Like he fat joe
Never had
don't see is how Betty got away from Mama
You think Joe's wife knows about that yet?
no chains on
But these niggas, man, they don't even know
That I'm on
Many niggas know they listen to my music in the secret
If I speak about your
song and ask me to act strong
But stress is buildin up Imma blow
It's time for you Joe to go solo
(Malique)
Yo sorry bro I'm back and guess what ?
Well
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I gotta plow"
And mama said it was shame about
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
like the old
Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck
Until almost mysteriously, well it was the
Lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
Joe
explain it to me bitch, you know what I'm talkin' about
I don't know nobody up here
I don't fuck with nobody up here, and I ain't been fuckin' with nobody
they not even killing
Da fuck you mean
Didn’t think I had to kick doe, I was there befo
Didn’t think my bro would steal from me but shit he did it
about to go through an estrangement
I think I'll start making all the funeral arrangements
I have to be responsible and tell him he can't win--
[Glass
to ride
I think I'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet
So I'm sittin' here with the sun about to smile
About to show it's face and take away my
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
Dabber
Everybody was dead by bong
you were holding out on us
you know that's wrong
he's got dabs and I think he had them all along
chill and let's
the fence
It's the same Joe's he'd preached against
He said, I don't really wanna be a hypocrite
I got a Sunday school class about to have fits
We're
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
first impression really stick
(Violent J)
Let's see, hmm, well, I'd have to think about it
I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it
I'd probably
Do you wanna touch you him?
He wanna touch you
Voluptiouness-cocaine
And now it's show time
Joe goes about proudly
Joe only wishes to hide
Joe wanna
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