Lyrics:
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
the snow, hey-oh!
Viewtiful Joe, I rumble, ayy-oh!
Look at the days, look at the days, how they going by
I be stargazing but I’m ‘boutta make a devil cry
If I
go
Rump shaker put him in a coma call him sleepy joe
Yeeeee that's how I roll
Yeeeee that's how I go
Gotta keep a glizzy on me just incase I lose
be highly probable
I got my shit in order now
Chronological
Got HIITs like Joe Wicks
Feel unstoppable
You're no more than biological
But to see your
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
to profiting
There's a multitude that applies
Like am I Travolta in face-off
Am I being caged in by a look alike
Am I spy v spy
Do I make problems for my other
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
hold a 9 to
5 so that's why they call me JO
And for the pesos, you don't wanna face Joe
A king ain't shit, hold up, I got an ace bro
And you can
We can get down, we can we can get down (x8)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (x4)
Check it!
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe
back at it like an addict
Album got more dope tracks on it than an addict
Creating with everything on my plate
I don't fold under pressure, not
a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare
Then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere
think it scarred me
Then I got on the plane
Headed back to Houston like it's part of the game
Gave the money to my mother
And she couldn't complain
Then I
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
Call me Kip Kinkel, my flow is murdering fools
When I go off like white buls in suburban schools
Splurging's cool, I done blown mad cash and then
(They wanna see alot of me)
So I hate when I talk to my boy from penn and he aks
Like "cuz you've forgotten me"
I aint got time to shit,let alone
And we're going far
Flowing at the speed of Joe's guitar
Maybe not but he's so bizarre he might switch it up quick like a pro and start
Flowing fast,
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
love, think I'm buggin brother let me know now
[Fat Joe - overlapping Angie]
Yo.. yeah, uhh
Yo, yo..
What's his name, what's the color of his
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe Mac Allister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
After four pints of Gatorade
Like Kathleen Hanna with bear claws
Grabbing Trump by the pussy
Like Delia Smith after ten chardonnays
Making me a nice
Man I feel like master P
Tank chain corn rows and shit
Man I feel Hector "El Father" rapping with
Jay Z
Rompediscotecas had that album in my
high
Idle in the aisles cause I spend all of my time in Trader joe’s
Gotta go to Trader Joe’s the old bank on Atlantic Ave
Get my shopping done for
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