Lyrics:
got from my pops
And saints, bustin back in '90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw
back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check
This is a JOE LAW SONG I begged to be on
Lookin' at you
Fuckin' wit me
Talkin' yo shit
Walkin' in this bish'
Who could that be
They fuckin' wit me
heart to come
Besides you niggaz mad cause yo bitch ride shotty
Round town, malibu mixed wit Bicardi
She relaxed in da drop, Fendi shades matchin
(ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
[JD]
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I
Walking downtown on main street
Shades pulled down, feeling high as a kite
Girls walk by, they give me a smile
Let's forget red lights for a while
no
You run behind that nigga with that cash main
Shit you might as well change yo last name
Ask all the homies wit a bag main
I ain't asked them niggas
I bet you stay up in the mirror
Can't have a ol' man
Man how could he put up wit ya?
Everybody jumpin' in the picture tryna get ya
When it comes
Fill her up, Joe
And you better check the water
'Cause Tijuana’s callin' and I'm
Headin’ to the border tijuana's callin'
Where all the lovely ladies
to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
You a brave girl
I'm a brave
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like
rolling clean? I saw the shit you drive
You need to call MTV and tell 'em pimp your ride
I'm tired hearing all why'all wimps wit all why'all lies
Fake
bullets travel wit' prayers
Guns blazin' in pairs
Who the nigga you fear
Ja Rule, motherfucker
All my hoes and hustlers
Ride wit' me
Get
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
My temper is bad I might black out
These niggaz is pussy dey back out
Samoa Joe you gon tap out
Ima show you niggaz how to act now
My temper is bad I
will fuck on yo main bitch
In front of yo crying eyes
That sucks for you, but
She will suck me back to sleep
Imma ride the beat
Nigga I'm a beast
Yea
bin alone wit u inside my mind (mind mind)
and in my dreams ive kissed ur lips a thosand times
ive sometimes seen u pass outside my door (door door)
you tried contesting me
Ride wit a Draco yeah a Smith & Wesson made him beat his feet
I'm wit yo main bitch at her crib and she just love to beat my
Girl I want some pizza from Little Joe's
She want a burrito I go to Moe's
N then imma stop by the liquor store
Then imma pop out and show you love
Girl I
I was taught ride wit the bang
Only make moves wit the gang
Heart to cold it ain't ever gonna change
F*** his main bitch she ain't never been
laugh at the perils we're facing
Gonzo: Every storm we ride is its own reward
And people die by falling overboard
And people die by falling
I'm smokin erotic, both of my pockets
Filled of wit kush it's called joe exotic
I don't do bush, it smell like it rotted
Too many carol's want get in
Aye
Aye
Aye
Niggas don't fuck wit you cuz
Na Na get that hate out your blood
She wanna fuck wit me but
I already told that bitch what it was
Shawty
that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you want to live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
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