Lyrics:
should be embarrassed
You voted for Joe and Harris
The duo that has no merit's
Created these single parents
Apparently they're not carin'
Our values are
those cold nights after dark
No cappin, cause we been them boys up in the am steady, programming
Culture like Joe Jackson, she want it bad like a dope
that Funky sound
How could I know that Joe Tex was shot down by James Brown?
Kool and the Gang and the Parliament and Jackson Five were around
Now
your asses with Joe Jackson quickness
I'm not gonna halt or fall off when i falter
,nah, gotta stay solid rock of Gibraltar
What do I call exhaustion,
beaned her grandpa, nearly broke his jaw
Ms. Flaxen, our Shoeless Joe Jackson
She was the rebel in the crib, threw her mama into a-fib
The rebel in
these bitches shook they shocked no stun-gun
I'm really Billy the goat the GOAT has rose here
Vintage Hermès the birkins gold sheer
Lagerfeld gold by Jean
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
miss me with that
If you asking for names nah bitch you can miss me wit that
Even my momma told me that
No pointing the finger no we don’t do that
I’m
it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
3 minutes to launch don’t give a squanch
Got Morty like Rick talking shit in my taunts
Gentlemen Only been only my lonely
Chilling on islands Bahamas
a single three weeks ago
Steve Miller Country Joe, John mayall
The eagles, Bob Dylan
Elo john Fogerty Fleetwood Mac with
Stevie nicks, Phil collins, Peter
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
Oh, see, see see rider
Girl, see, what you've done
Oh, oh, oh, see see rider
See, what you've done now
You've gone away and left me
No, no, no
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
like Gretzky her hair like a mess
Kick the bitch out the house, she pesky
Your dope comin' up short like Joe Pesci
They said gritty can't rap, yeah,
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
by the wayside
East side, High
Joe Clark with the chains
Take em off, like it's night time
Sight beyond sight like I crime fight
Lionor with the sword
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
[Joe Budden]
Whoever thought that, taking over the world would take
Longer than 3 years
I know I didn't shit
Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been 3
Bama Bama
(Ah we ready)
The #1 prospect in the nation
(Who)
Cortney Kentrell six-star baby
(Six-star baby)
Recruited by Peanut call him Nick Saban
This one's a personal
Yeah, I'm smoking by myself
Yeah, I'm smoking by myself
Yeah, I'm smoking by my fucking lonely
Percy Jackson got
with my smoke
Turn a beef into sloppy joe
By any means you gone make a way
Bond money for my hitters they catch a case
Vido told let the top
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