Lyrics:
I'm here and I'm not gonna pass a test
Not even taking
I love to smoke my treat, baby
I just love to smoke
My treat
I love to smoke my treat
I just
'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there
Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom on the corner of the square
And as songs and witty
Yo
If you wasn’t paying attention before
It’s not too late now
Ya
Ya
Ya ya ya ya
Yo wassup wid dis youth whe a deejay and rap at the same time?
Like
up
Or the cops will blow
Two pick from Burrow
Now it's sloppy Joe's
No worries of being hot
I'm not stopping though
Til I'm shrine'd standing beside
I'm 'bout to spit fuego
This ain't no juego
Pull up with your hoe
She gave me sloppy joe
My flow got them like "Whoa"
We fucking on the low
I'm just
he gon' fuck that bitch then break her heart
Used to bring the stolos through now I'm pullin' up in a new NASCAR
Used to be an average joe but now I
a kid who does both?
His mother called him Vincent Edward Jackson
He's not the real Bo Jackson, I am, believe that
His basketball game rose a few
Well here I am, a lunatic from head to toe
I sleep in caverns with the dead, but don't let nobody know
That I'm not your ordinary, average, every day
baby it's mario
and you know it's joe
joe:
i came here tonight with partying intentions
girl you know i'm usually a gentleman
i got this feeling, i
Fell off once before ran it up
I have not looked back since
Dynamic duo Curtis Jackson
We hated by many men
Truth be told
Rap is not watered down
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
She will never let go
Billie Jean moon walk
Slide like I'm Michael Jackson
Speard your legs let's talk
Now that's a deeper conversation
She in love
made jam when she came
Somebody cut off her feet
Now jelly rolls in the street
If you want to see me
Well, honey you know that I 'm not around
But
bro
He's right on the corner with Steven and Joe
Now it's open season, I'm fiendin' to blow
So Lee hop up outta the whip, when he let that shit rip
McGuire on the beat
Tell me where you’re going now
Tell me where you’re going now
You know it’s so hard for me not to stare when you walk away
Cuz
Here we go now I'm back
I got soul although I'm not black
Pass the mic and I'm a spark it
Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market
Jackson, told her beat it
Now she on her knees where my feet at
I got a lil' bitch on her knees yes
She suck it up with no gag reflex
You flew that bitch out
X-MO testimony
And unlike how I was taught to testify
Inside the Mormon church
By making I know statements all the time
About, let's be real here
one sinner, and that's Todd Maguire
The little SOB that set my church on fire
Joe's Beer Joint has done been revived
Only been here an hour and I
DJ Not Nice!
Back from the dry cleaners (Aww shit)
Rucka Rucka Ali, Big American Rapper
We the realest ninjas left in the game
You no never hear shit
head
Honey said '69', I thought of boots
And gave her pro-Keds
D for action, just like Jackson
'Cause the Jacksons are not imagined
I don't really
is Jackson's and Bentley's
All I think about is Franklins and semis
And my car look like a tank with a hemi
And C Money got a TEC with a 50
Now we
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there
super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
For my super sperm
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