Lyrics:
flowing as Joe sticks it in
But I don't want a kid I'm alone and on the 32nd bus
Cause my period skipped and I gotta check in
You signed the bill but you
When kick off came
You'd by the fence
To watch me try
As best as I could
Taught me in the backyard
Take 'em by the legs
Never give up
Give 100%
Joe's an intellectual
But the effort of his brain is ineffectual
Finding the way out of his cell
Applying Maxwell
With a rollercoaster
He dug a hole
And the children are laughing, and the bleachers are full
And his mind is so clear, getting chased by a bull
That tears through the arena like a motorcycle
He stands
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
No one's coming to save me
I've accepted this
I'm crying alone inside of a Trader Joe's by the salad mix
Yeah it's a scary thing
Remembering my
I'm down on Bourbon Street again,
Down in that quarter of sin,
Standin' on a corner where I used to stand,
Down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog
What happened to my hundred dollars Joe?
Nigga, did you take my money?"
"Heh-heh, that's right lil bitch!"
Penny proud, penny petty, pissing off
Please Stay With Me
Mel O'Joe
crrangement by Michael Knoblett and Melvin E. Knoblett
Lyrics by: Melvn E. Knoblett
I found the note you left me
You
She like the snake in her bird-tim
I'm addicted by design, a fiend
If she ever try to cut me from her team
Don't turn your back
When she's on that
smoking blanc qui s’la pète
J’avais l’air d’un Joe Dassin clérical
J’ai pris deux douches par jour
J’ai fait des chansons d’amour
J’imitais Michel Sardou,
I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now, then you should probably get familiar (get familiar)
So if you don't know
[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(Is this what you want?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearing hip hop at it's
Where have you gone
Aspiring John
Playing your songs alone
With no-one's ears to fall on
Where did you go
My little Joe
In sovereign snows and cold
Joe sucks hog cock in vain
He blasts his gun into his brain
This fascist hive cleans up his stains
His corpse will be rejoiced and hanged
like
you
By the light on the corner
If only you'd stop and stay for a while
But I guess that I have to move on
There's just too many places
That I haven't
stairway to heaven
This is the tale of Joe, Joe Bloggs
And his contemporary crucifixion
He was hung out to dry all day and night
The victim of a false
Little Miss Cecilia Green
Little over sweet sixteen
But the cutest flapper that you've ever seen
When the fellows pass her by
She will always
Little Miss Cecilia Green
Little over sweet sixteen
But the cutest flapper that you've ever seen
When the fellows pass her by
She will always
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
(Diostian Feprive once again)
Saco diamantes como tracks en cada fucking álbum
Con la cara de satisfaction bailándome un walkmoon
It is about
racing
When I'm thought erasing
All the bad times
That I had, raging
Facing what I have
Put me out dazed and
Fazed by what I had
Left me all razed in
Not
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
Everyday's a struggle
I ain't Joe Budden
To you
Not a day goes by
I don't say I'm sorry to you
Not a day goes by
That I don't say I'm sorry
Not a day goes by
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