Lyrics:
Nice to meet you, I'm Joe
Tro, that's the name that I go
By
I'm lookin fresh, yeah I'm so
Fly
Have to look fresh when I'm
5'5"
5'6" on a good day
hit by lighting
And some things just don't
Hope we live long and lucky
At least one things for sure
Or maybe it isn't.
No matter where we are
hit by lighting
And some things just don't
Hope we live long and lucky
At least one things for sure
Or maybe it isn't.
No matter where we are
hit by lighting
And some things just don't
Hope we live long and lucky
At least one things for sure
Or maybe it isn't.
No matter where we are
of an eagle
Glide along with the wind
No matter how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
Fly with wings of an eagle
Glide along with the wind
No matter
pettiness like lady's chatter
Seems to complicate the matter
I grit my teeth as my senses chatter
For nothing gets me much madder
As I leap out
For big
she was a thug 'cause when I met her she had a scarf on
5411, size 7 in girls
Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls
Girlfriend (what)
she was a thug 'cause when I met her she had a scarf on
5411, size 7 in girls
Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls
Girlfriend (what)
she was a thug 'cause when I met her she had a scarf on
5411, size 7 in girls
Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls
Girlfriend (what)
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
Still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
cut you down to the size you belong
It doesn't matter if you slip through the cracks, so long as we've got your money
alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war.
I still don't know what for, don't matter any
whiskey
Your rum or your beer
There's something much better that's waiting us here
It sits by the fire beneath the gum-tree
Blackened and boiled and billy
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
the Henny super size me
This shit go go
Austin powers with mojo
Always my ape shit you can add another jojo
I got the power the puff girls by the hour
Sticky
of my fifth
You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Buying too many size twenty skinny jeans
The west treat me like I'm really
It don’t even matter if I’m gone to long
I know I’m coming home, to my BLACK LOVE
Verse One
First time that ya walked by, you caught my eye
Legit
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean War
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
You
alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for, don't matter
alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for, don't matter
and then I think I still don't care
So how can I just palletize my rhymes
Compartmentalize and squash it down to size cause I
Feel like I been down
John and Linda live in Omaha
Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davey in the Korean War
And I still don't know what for
Don't matter anymore
you.
Now I find you're judged by color and size.
I can't believe what you call my...
I'se the guy who sails the sky, but I think I'd like to live
Here.
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