Lyrics:
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
the fifth,
Without givin' up no cocker food stamps.
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it.
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you
Dead Nazi by the Side of the Road
Well, we'd just finished breakfast that morning and Phyllis
went out on the front porch to see if they'd brung
(ah..)
See I just didn't give a fuck, and if you had a see-skin
A leather bomber, you was gettin' stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I
p.m.
I was working the holiday watch out of homicide with Frank.
"Hang up your stocking yet, Joe?"
"Yeah, just before I come down. You too Frank?"
(Gap Boy on the beat told me any beat you want)
La, I need a vacation by the lake
Pussy in my face while she ask me how it taste
All these fishes
I’m going too fast,
I don’t use brakes to slow,
Just less on the gas,
That’s Just less on go,
Less on the dash,
More of go with the flow,
Light it up
of livin' in one
Haters see me get to thinking that it cant be all good
So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood
And keep chasin' success that
gotta get it gotta get it
I gotta get it gotta get it
I gotta put that work in
Cause they call me Joe Pesci
They call me Joe Pesci
They call me Joe Pesci
Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty that I've got to plow"
And Mama said, "It was
speak on unity but oh look what the time is
Time to sleep
Joe it's past your bed time
Talking white supremist
Like they ain't a bunch of dead guys
You
Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a fuck
Pass down
"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
soil
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for
of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone
they'll
can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin' I'm just teasin the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room
Lobster, shrimpin, never
fix it, so dig shit
To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit
that's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit
Years were handed, for
your life so appealing by the way I write it
Make it so she the only shawty I know
On Forgiatos, don't hit no potholes
I roll up one and light it
on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round
(Intro - Fat Joe talking)
Cool & Dre, uh
Terror Squad motherfuckers
They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all gonna laugh at ya
Yeah,
We're supposed to start work down on the river today.
And for Joe and me, it's some pretty good pay.
Now, I was countin' on him
To be at the dock
kiss by kiss
Just like a house, brick by brick,
So it has to be undone
[Joe Firstman]
And you got your sad eyes to hide behind
And you got your
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